Chapter 240 Is there really nothing we can do?

To the east...

Vesemir had a complicated expression and looked in the direction they came from.

The Wild Hunt is a well-known omen that brings disaster - especially war.

This legend is well known both in the north and in Nilfgaard in the south.

Some people even worship them in the name of the god of war, hoping to avoid war and disasters.

So...war...

Although Vesemir's vision was obscured by the wooden house and the wild forest, he knew that it was both Aedirn and Kaedwen.

There, the shadow of war has shrouded the earth.

Vesemir wasn't even sure.

At this moment, has the border of Kaedwen begun a trial and friction of blood and fire?

"Could it be... Is there really a Wild Hunt in this world? Are there really monsters that feed on war?"

Vesemir murmured absentmindedly.

If he hadn't seen the power of the blue light with his own eyes.

There was no way he could believe that the legend of the Wild Hunt, which was used to scare children, actually existed.

"Even a monster expert like the Master Demon Hunter doesn't think the Wild Hunt exists in this world?"

Ernesto gave a wry smile.

However, even though he was denied time and again, he did not get angry, nor did he stubbornly insist on the facts that he had seen with his own eyes.

It's more like studying a research topic called Wild Hunt, accepting all external information dialectically, objectively and curiously.

Vesemir then realized the impolite denial in his murmur, smiled apologetically, and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm not doubting your words...it's just..."

He paused, then explained:
"It's just that from the moment I became a demon hunter, decades have passed, and I have never seen a wild hunt..."

"Some of the commissions I've accepted in the past that seemed to be related to the Wild Hunt were always proven to be either conspiracies of the nobles or the imagination of the client..."

"Most other demon hunters in the Wolf School, including the Chief, are like this..."

Ernesto nodded in understanding and said with emotion:

"Yes, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today, who would have really believed that the war ghost galloping in the sky actually existed?"

"but……"

Ernesto changed the subject.

"But does the Demon Hunter have a school that was established just to defeat the Wild Hunt?"

Vesemir frowned, looked at Ernesto seriously, and said:
"You know a lot."

Ernesto narrowed his eyes and smiled: "After all, I am the master tutor of the Department of Mysticism at Niubao College..."

Vesemir was a little strange though.

However, he had some good feelings towards this kind and non-stubborn Professor Niubao.

And the relevant information is not a secret that cannot be disclosed.

then.

After thinking for a few seconds, he said:

"You mean the School of the Viper."

"They are far away in Nilfgaard, and usually only operate in Nilfgaard..."

"But the information you received is correct."

"It is true that Grandmaster Ivar the Evil Eye, the founder of the Viper School, has always claimed..."

"His evil eye can constantly see the ghost knights of the Wild Hunt looting, slaughtering and conquering scenes..."

"but……"

Weisermil paused and said:
"Grandmaster Ivar the Evil Eye was a demon hunter created by the Demon Hunter Cult in its early days."

"We have always believed that his evil eye and his knowledge of the Wild Hunt were just illusions caused by mutation..."

“Now it seems that this may not be an illusion, right?” Ernesto adjusted his glasses with a smile.

Vesemir was silent.

At this time.

Ernesto suddenly stepped forward with a slightly fanatical tone:
"Master Vesemir, I have a request..."

Vesemir frowned, looked at him, and said nothing.

He had a vague feeling.

The reason why Ernesto spoke to him was for the next request.

Ernesto continued:
"I know that the Demon Hunter Master is revered by all Demon Hunter schools, so..."

“Could you please write me a letter of recommendation?”

"When this journey is over, I plan to go to the Viper School Castle in Nilfgaard, hoping to meet Grand Master Ivar the Evil Eye and borrow some of their research on the Wild Hunt..."

"The Wild Hunt has appeared, but the noble rulers and the people know nothing about it. This is very dangerous!"

"Warning them and preventing trouble before it happens is the duty of scholars at Niubao..."

Ernesto's tone suddenly became frenetic, which made people feel uncomfortable.

But after thinking for a moment, Vesemir could not find any reason to refuse.

Ernesto is just an ordinary man and does not pose much threat to the witcher.

And based on his knowledge of the rumors about Iva Evil Eye.

The Grand Master of the Viper School, who has devoted his entire life to finding and destroying the Wild Hunt, might just be hoping that someone will spread the word about the threat of the Wild Hunt.

therefore.

Vesemir nodded and said:

"can."

Vesemir had not yet realized that he no longer questioned the existence of the Wild Hunt.

Ernesto was delighted to see Vesemir agree:
"Then let's go quickly. Blackbeard's tavern should have paper and pen, right?"

He looked at the dwarf, John Kramer.

"Of course!" The dwarf rolled his eyes, blew his beard, and emphasized unhappily, "Human, you can find everything you want in Blackbeard's tavern..."

Seeing Ernesto coming in lightly and in a hurry, Vesemir couldn't help but ask:

"Where's your companion? Don't you need to bring anything?"

Ernesto smiled and shook his head, patted his leather bag and said:
"No, that's all I have."

"I'm here with the caravan. I'll just need to pick a good time to board the ship tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go." Vesemir nodded.

But not a few steps.

He suddenly realized that Ailin had been silent since just now, looking at the eastern sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"What's wrong, Arryn?" Vesemir asked, tilting his head.

"Nothing..." The young demon hunter raised his head and glanced at the dwarf and Ernesto subconsciously, shook his head, and asked:
"Shall we go back to the pub now?"

Seeing that Arryn was unwilling to answer, Vesemir did not ask any more questions. He nodded slightly and walked towards the tavern.

Unknowingly.

The young witcher fell last.

He listened to the voices of the witcher, the innkeeper, and the professor of mysticism who were still discussing the identity of the Wild Hunt, and tilted his head to take a deep look at the clear blue sky to the east.

"Go east..."

"Now that the Ancient Blood has not yet appeared in the world, these people of Alder are heading east. What are they looking for?"

"Is it really because there is going to be a war there?"

Aelin shook his head.

He had a strong premonition in his heart.

They came for the intersection of the Gate of Ard Ghaith and the Sphere.

Wild Hunt...

Came for him!

……

Finding that the Wild Hunt had completely left, the frightened crowd gradually appeared on the street.

The iceberg-like ice clusters have begun to melt, but the temperature around the tavern is getting colder.

Perhaps, as Ernesto said, the Ain El, the people of the Alder, release powerful magic for no purpose.

Simply because the trading market is the largest and most conspicuous building.

It is the most conspicuous "ant nest" in the floating harbor.

therefore.

In the ports that were not deliberately targeted, there were actually not many casualties.

Even due to the nature of the building, most of the people staying in this trading market are businessmen from other places.

So outside the ice cluster, there was only a mother and daughter crying.

Most of the other people in the large circle were there to watch the fun.

Of course, there were also those with angry faces, some shouting and cursing because of the loss of property, and a few with suppressed smiles of joy, probably because their bosses or partners who shared the money with them died in there.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are all present in life.

Vesemir was chatting with the dwarf and Ernesto, and as he walked past the ice cluster, he seemed to be noticed by the young mother who was clinging to the ice and crying.

She immediately hugged the little girl and ran towards Vesemir.

While running, he shouted:

"Demon Hunter! Demon Hunter!"

then.

Under the gaze of everyone, Vesemir had no choice but to stop:
"I am Vesemir of the Wolf School, ma'am, what can I do for you?"

"Wow--"

The rapid running seemed to hurt the little girl.

As soon as the beautiful woman stopped, the little girl burst into tears.

The woman had no choice but to nod apologetically to the witcher master with her tear-swollen eyes. She wiped her tears, patted the girl on the back and said a few words to comfort her.

When the girl stopped crying, she raised her head and looked at Vesemir with her tear-stained eyes:

"Feel sorry……"

“No problem…” Vesemir shook his head. “What does this lady want me to do for you?”

There was pity in his expression.

He actually guessed what the woman might want to say, and he also knew that there was a high possibility that he could not do anything about it.

The woman took a deep breath and said dignifiedly:
"Master Vesemir, I have heard of the Wolf School. The demon hunters there are all demon hunting experts with high morals and strong professional skills..."

"Stop complimenting us and get straight to the point!" Vesemir interrupted with a sigh.

The woman froze for a moment.

Noticing the Demon Hunter Master's expression, my heart skipped a beat.

But when she thought of her husband's frightened and hideous face in the ice, her eyes turned red. She took a deep breath, held her daughter's soft little hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master Vesemir."

"My husband, the father of my children, is dead..."

"I'm willing to pay any price, just ask you to kill the monster who killed Jamie and help us get revenge!"

The words are not finished yet.

The woman's face was gritting her teeth, and tears were streaming down from the corners of her eyes.

“Pah-ta-ta~Pah-ta-ta~”

Hit the ground.

"Wow--"

When the girl saw her mother crying, she started crying too.

The woman could only wipe her eyes again and lean over to comfort him.

Before leaning forward, he did not forget to give Vesemir a flattering and apologetic smile, his posture was so low as to be in the dust.

But it can be seen from her stiff expression and elegant posture.

She must be well protected by her family under normal circumstances.

perhaps.

This was the first time she smiled ingratiatingly at a stranger.

Unfortunately……

Vesemir sighed in his heart and said with difficulty:

"Sorry, ma'am."

The woman's face changed drastically, she grabbed Vesemir's leather armor and shouted:
"Five thousand orens, Master Vesemir, I am willing to pay five thousand orens."

“It’s not about money.” Vesemir sighed again and explained patiently:
"That group of... Wild Hunt flew eastwards. Our destination is Elland, so our directions are inconsistent."

"Besides..."

"I have never dealt with creatures like the Wild Hunt before. I don't know their habits or weaknesses..."

After a pause, Vesemir shook his head:

"I can't even figure out how to find these flying monsters..."

"so……"

"I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do."

The woman despaired when she heard this.

She had received a good education since childhood and was not the kind of woman who would just make unreasonable demands. She could understand that what Vesemir said was true.

Vesemir sighed and shook his head, looking at Arryn, the dwarf, and Ernesto before turning and walking back toward the tavern.

The crowd that had gathered in a circle to watch the excitement moved away.

However, merchants are a group that often encounters witchers and is often rescued by them.

So they didn't gossip.

I can only sigh at the unpredictable natural disasters that destroyed a family.

Just as Vesemir and others walked out of the crowd...

"Puff~"

Heavy objects fall to the ground.

"Wow--"

Amid the girl's crying, the woman fell to the ground and fainted.

……

ten minutes later.

finally.

Vesemir still couldn't stand idly by.

In order to avoid gossip, he asked the young Ailin to carry the unconscious woman back to the tavern.

As soon as they returned to Blackbeard's Tavern, Mary happened to walk out from behind the hall.

"Aylin!"

Seeing that Ailin was safe and sound, she ran over with a smile on her face.

When Vesemir in front of Arryn moved aside, revealing the woman held by the young witcher princess, Mary instantly stopped with a frown.

"who is she?"

Ailin paused and said:

"A poor man..."

for a long time.

After handing the woman and her child over to Blackbeard's waitress, several people sat at a table.

They looked at each other.

Even Ernesto, who usually talked the most, didn't know what to say at this moment.

When suffering is generalized, it is just a number.

But once it becomes specific, especially when it comes to someone around you, it becomes particularly painful.

"Is there really nothing we can do?"

Mary broke the silence.

After learning about the woman's experience, Mary felt ashamed of her previous actions.

Although the thought only passed through Mary's mind, the woman didn't know it.

However, out of some complex compensatory psychology, Mary now especially wants to find a way to help her kill the Wild Hunt who almost killed Arryn.

"Girl, that's the Wild Hunt. Do you know what the Wild Hunt is?"

The dwarf didn't know Mary's identity yet, so he sat on the chair and glanced at her sideways.

Mary's mouth suddenly puffed up with anger.

Vesemir quickly poked Blackbeard with his elbow and said loudly:
"Nonsense!"

"Mary is the apprentice of Ms. Vera, the Scarlet Fox, and a female sorceress with outstanding talent. How could she not know?"

The sorceress is not someone you can easily offend.

It is in their nature to hold grudges.

Although Mary looks gentle now, what about in the future?

The Blackbeard Dwarf was his best friend, and he couldn't offend such a talented sorceress for no reason.

Blackbeard's tone paused.

He knew Vesemir meant well, but the dwarf's stubborn nature, as well as his desire to save face, prevented him from even offering an apology.

Fortunately, someone changed the subject at this time.

"perhaps……"

"About the Wild Hunt..."

“It’s not like we can’t do anything…”

(End of this chapter)