Chapter 252 Who is calling me?

"Donato Logrides?" Aelin looked up at Lisa. "Who is this?"

"Donato Logrides is the Duke of Kaedwen," Lysa said. "He had a child who was taken away by a witcher from the Wolf School because of the Law of Accident and died in the trial..."

"The Rodriguez family has a lot of businesses that have interests with Ban Ade..."

Has interests with Ben Ade...

Ailin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the other names on the paper:

"So, the other names are the same?"

Lysa nodded. "The other names are all nobles who have had trouble with witchers in the past, or at least whose political stance is inclined towards wizards."

"Marquis Junio ​​West's son was also taken away by the demon hunter due to an accident..."

"There are also Earl Harley McCain, Viscount Mins Ishak, Earl Edison Roy..."

"These nobles' children were taken away by the demon hunters..."

"Some of these children are even the first heirs to the family title..."

Ailin was a little shocked when he heard this. The Wolf School had so many enemies, no wonder it was beaten so badly in the end.

The little priest seemed to see through Ailin's expression and his thoughts, and comforted him:

"Those whose offspring were taken away were all nobles whose lives were saved by the demon hunters..."

“I asked Nenneke. When there is money to be made, few demon hunters would actively use the Law of Surprise…”

"So it wasn't the witcher who took their children away, but fate took them away through the witcher's hands..."

Ailin also knew this.

He once asked Vesemir, and learned that those he brought to Kaer Morhen were generally children from poor families who could not afford the commission.

When encountering nobles, witchers without the Wolf School will proactively bring up the Law of Surprise.

unless……

Destiny called them.

After all, every noble is a local tyrant. Which rational and sober witcher would take the initiative to offend him?

“Thank you,” Arryn thanked Lysa for her comfort. “Few people understand witchers so well.”

Lisa blushed slightly:
"That... that's because when Ms. Vera sent me here, I hadn't given up the idea of ​​becoming a demon hunter..."

“So I deliberately tried to find out…”

This topic seemed to make the little priest a little embarrassed. After a few words, he forced the topic back to the list:
"And Viscount Mathieu Dole, Baron Hol Simonyi..."

"These are families whose industries are related to wizards, or whose descendants are wizards of Ben Ade..."

"besides……"

After explaining the background of a large number of names on the list in one breath, Lisa took a deep breath.

He looked at the demon hunter's blue cat eyes expectantly and asked softly:
"Can these things help you?"

That would be so helpful.

Although given the school's current neutral attitude, it is unlikely to directly target these nobles.

But just knowing the names can be useful.

At least we can check in advance whether the casualties of demon hunters in these noble territories were caused by natural disasters or man-made disasters...

So Arlin looked at Lysa solemnly and said:

"This information is very useful to us. Thank you, Lisa."

"As long as it's useful." Being stared at by Arryn, Lysa tilted her head somewhat unnaturally.
"Since arriving in Elland, I have been thinking about how to repay you for saving my life."

"I never thought of it..."

"After all, my personal power is too small, and I don't have much money..."

"Fortunately, half a month ago, a woman came to the temple to pray to the lady..."

"The wife of a close vassal of the Duke of Elland, now in Elland teaching the Duke's daughter etiquette and dancing..."

"She is my aunt, my mother's sister..."

"It's been nearly eight years. The last time we met, I was probably still a babbling child. I don't even know how she recognized me..."

It was a good thing for relatives to meet each other, but Ailin also suspected that there might be some conspiracy.

After all, after becoming an adult, it is not difficult to recognize someone after not seeing him for a few years or even dozens of years.

But before the age of ten, children are almost the same every year.

Therefore, Ailin pondered for a few seconds and asked:
"Is it okay for people to know about your affairs?"

Lisa was stunned for a moment, and it took her two seconds to understand what he meant. She shook her head gently:

"Thank you for your concern."

"I think she is trustworthy. I vaguely remember that my mother and her sister had a very good relationship in the past..."

"When she saw me this time and learned about my mother's news, she looked very sad!"

"and……"

"I am now a priest of the Temple of Meliteli. As long as I stay here, no conspiracy can involve me, not to mention..."

"Haxo is dead..."

Ailin nodded slightly and said nothing more.

After all, they are blood relatives, and saying more would be seen as an attempt to sow discord.

Lisa raised the candle in her hand and glanced at the list:

"I met my aunt and started chatting with her. I heard that she was familiar with the nobles of Kaedwen and Temeria, and then I thought of you...you witchers..."

"I remembered that the Wolf School seemed to be in trouble with the king and the wizards, so I asked her to help me collect some information."

"Because time is a bit tight, for now we are only meeting those nobles in Kaedwen who have had grudges against demon hunters..."

"There are carrier pigeons in the temple that remember the location of Kyle Village."

"Once I find the subsequent list, I'll send it to you via carrier pigeon..."

"Won't this bring danger to you?" Ailin hesitated.

Lisa shook her head and said:

"I'm just asking about some things that happened in the past. There are many ladies who are obsessed with the deeds of you witchers. This is nothing."

"I'm hiding from Nenneke because I don't want to get her involved."

The witcher thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed the case.

The only active demon hunters in the northern continent are wolves, griffins, cats, and bears.

Except for the Cat School, other witchers do not get involved in politics, and their numbers are not large.

Unless he kidnapped someone's son, he would not have any sharp interactions with ordinary nobles.

Moreover, the demon hunters are mysterious and powerful, and are indeed a good topic of conversation for bored ladies.

So Ailin stopped being hypocritical:
"Thank you, Lysa."

“This list really helps us!”

"You're welcome. I'm glad I could help you." Lisa shook her head and sighed. "This is all I can do now."

Looking at the little priestess's lonely expression, Ailin knew that she was thinking about the past again. He sighed and patted her shoulder gently.

"I'm fine." Lisa's body trembled, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and showed her usual gentle smile:
"It's late at night. That's all I have to say. I won't disturb your rest."

Ailin nodded slightly and was about to fold the list carefully and say goodbye to the little priest.

Sudden.

The corner of his eye seemed to notice that there were two names that the little priest had not mentioned just now, so he asked curiously:

"By the way, who are Voivind Araya and Gerson Gardner on the list?"

The words have not yet fallen.

The lonely little priest froze for a moment, his cheeks flushed.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she whispered:

"Viscount Wojvind Araya and Master Vesemir had a fierce conflict in Ard Kalein over a... uh... flashy lady..."

"As for Count Gerson Gardner..." The little priest hesitated for several seconds before saying, "He once duelled with Master Vesemir for his then-fiancée..."

A flashy lady?
fiancée?
Aelin smacked his lips.

Good guy!
Was Vesemir so romantic before?
But when I think about Robin's book "One Thousand and One Nights of the Master Witcher and the Female Night Demon", it doesn't seem so strange.

"What was the result of the duel?" Ailin was curious.

Lisa said, "Master Vesemir won. Baron Gerson Gardner spent half a year recovering from his injuries before getting married..."

"Or the fiancée?"

Lysa blushed and nodded.

As expected of Vesemir, who had fought a fierce battle with a female demon... Arlin sighed in his heart. "Earl Gerson Gardner's wife was the Duke's daughter, and he was only a baron at the time..." Lysa explained.

Ailin understood immediately.

No wonder it was included in Lisa's list.

Being so aggrieved for the title is an irreconcilable hatred.

……

"Da da da~"

The clear and distant sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor of the sanctuary.

The dim candlelight flickered in the witcher's hand, casting a huge shadow on the pure white wall.

but.

Even though there was only one candle in the corridor, it didn't feel surprisingly eerie.

Instead, when he stepped into the threshold of the sanctuary, his body felt lighter and he felt relieved.

It was as if the other person attached to me suddenly left.

"I didn't notice it when I came here this afternoon. This reduced weight should be the curse of the big-eyed evil god, right?"

He touched his chin with his free left hand and felt the prickly stubble.

Just recently, the body seemed to have started growing a beard.

Not paying attention to the strange touch, the demon hunter recalled how he felt when he left the sanctuary in the afternoon.

"Does it mean that the less weight you feel, the more the curse is removed?"

"And where exactly is this weight attached to?"

"Is it a soul?"

Ailin muttered quietly, not afraid that someone might suddenly reply to him in the dead of night.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door groaned in the candlelight.

The clear echo resonated back and forth in the empty corridor.

The statue of the goddess Meliteli remains the same as it was during the day.

Each of the three phases has some cracks and gaps.

But what is amazing is that none of these cracks and gaps appear on the three faces of the statue.

The young girl is naive, the pregnant woman is gentle, and the old woman is kind.

Just like a real person.

I just don't know who carved this statue, or whether it was conceived by the power of the goddess Meritelii.

This is like the question of whether the chicken or the egg came first. Even the priests who believe in Meliteli cannot tell.

But one thing is certain.

Meliteli was not raised from a mortal.

And the history is not that long.

I stared at the statue for a long time, but there was no response.

Ailin sighed, found a corner and knelt down.

Although he didn't show it in front of Vesemir, Vera and the others.

However, he was still very concerned about the anomalies in the afternoon and the unusual movements of High Priest Ianna in the evening.

after all.

This curse affects his flashing ability, and whether he can use it normally...

more importantly……

Ailin's mind moved.

[Ding! Absorbing the fragments of the Gate of Ad Geis...]

It has been a month, and the fragments of the Gate of Ad Ghaith are still being absorbed.

After the Mirage Pearl absorbed the dead Mirage Pearl, it showed no signs of waking up.

Although the only connection between the two was Arryn, he couldn't help but wonder if the curse was at work.

"I hope everything goes well~"

Aelin sighed.

"Whoo~"

The candlelight enshrouded by the crystal was blown out.

The world is dark.

……

"Ai Lin..."

"Ai Lin..."

Someone called him in the darkness.

Who to call?
Who is calling who?
When the demon hunter realized this, he suddenly floated up and opened his eyes abruptly.

The girl in a plain gray dress was squatting in front of him, taking out croissants, milk and two hard-boiled eggs from the basket beside her.

It's Lysa...

"Ailin, are you awake?" She smiled at Ailin gently.

The sunlight shone on her dark brown hair, which looked like golden threads.

"woke up?"

Ailin was confused for a few seconds, but then his expression became serious.

He suddenly stood up and looked at the blue sky through the open window and the tall, green ash trees.

"Chirp~"

The magpie is singing, and the sun is high in the sky.

"what happened?"

Lysa looked at the strange-behaving witcher in confusion.

"I...I fell asleep..." Ailin responded subconsciously and blankly.

"Pfft~" Lisa laughed and glanced at a certain spot on the ground. "Of course you fell asleep. You slept soundly!"

Ailin also followed the little priest's line of sight.

A pool of crystal liquid reflects the skylight.

It was obvious that this was the saliva that flowed out while he was sleeping.

The quantity is quite large.

Arlin blushed, but before he could explain, he saw Lysa take a cloth from the basket and wipe up the liquid.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."

The witcher had seen many people say this openly, but secretly spread the agreement to keep it secret everywhere.

But looking at the gentle smile on the little priestess's face, Ailin inexplicably felt that she would really keep the secret between them.

Whatever the secret, whatever the cost...

This strange feeling made Ailin stunned for a moment, and he almost forgot the current focus.

How could he, a demon hunter who had been meditating instead of sleeping for more than a month, fall asleep in such a simple place?

But just as he was about to speak.

"Eat quickly, High Priest Ianna should be here soon." After Lisa placed the food on the table, she squatted aside and looked at him.

Arlin thought about it and realized that there was no point in telling Lisa about this, as it would only cause her to worry.

He took a deep breath, then let out a long sigh, calmed himself down, then squatted down and started to enjoy the breakfast that Lisa brought him.

The milk is warm.

Croissants not only have the unique aroma of freshly baked bread, but also seem to have the flavor of spring sunshine.

After a simple breakfast, Lisa cleaned up the dishes, nodded, and left.

While waiting for the arrival of the high priest, Ailin stared intently at the holy statue which was exactly the same as yesterday.

The young girl is naive, the pregnant woman is gentle, and the old woman is kind.

Just like a real person.

"That voice calling me, is that you?"

(End of this chapter)