Chapter 287: Is the Wolf School willing to move?
When we reached the entrance of the temple, a black carriage was already parked there.

Arryn had seen the carriage before, not long ago, during the exorcism ceremony for the May Day revelry.

He remembered that there was a very obvious dent on the front side of the roof, which was left when he charged at the giant ghoul.

As he approached, Ailin subconsciously looked at the roof of the front of the carriage.

"Ok?"

The demon hunter exclaimed softly.

The depression was still there, but it was painted with a gold border to create the image of a hideous, spiked zombie.

"Duke Mason ordered this." The familiar-looking driver noticed the direction of the witcher's gaze and explained with a smile, "Lord Mason said that it is an honor for this carriage to have such a warrior's scar..."

"I've never seen Master Mason admire a young man so much."

The demon hunter looked at the driver when he heard this.

Only then did the driver remember that he had not introduced himself yet.

He stood up straight and said, "My name is Sayaf Ponte. The Duke arranged for me to pick you, Lady Vera, Master Vesemir, and Lady Mary."

After a pause, he bowed deeply to Ailin again and expressed his sincere gratitude:
"You are a hero of Elland. Thank you for saving our country."

After Ailin was stunned for a moment, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

"Thank you," he said with a smile, "but it's not just my credit."

"To be honest, Ms. Vera was the one who turned the tide. She was the one who killed most of the demons."

"Of course... of course..." The driver quickly looked at the sorceress, "Ms. Vera also deserves credit..."

The sorceress raised the corners of her mouth and seemed to be in a very happy mood.

"Without Ailin buying me time, I wouldn't be able to cast a spell like that..." She waved her hand, interrupting the driver and walked into the carriage.

The driver was a little at a loss. For a moment he didn't know whether the bloody red fox, who was known for his pettiness, was speaking the truth or the opposite.

Was she feeling unhappy because she had greeted Master Ailin first?

Would she quietly transform him into a nasty leech?

Master Ailin wouldn't be angered by his words, would he?

……

The driver's brain had never worked so fast before, it was almost smoking.

But remembering the rumor that the sorceress could read minds anytime and anywhere, his face turned pale, his mind emptied, and he looked at Aelin pitifully.

Ailin naturally didn't know what had happened just now.

In the driver's mind, they had been turned into leeches ten times by the sneaky Vera and stewed into ten different potions in the witch's cauldron.

But he could guess that the driver was probably worried about offending Vera, so he comforted her:
"Don't worry, Ms. Vera is a very generous sorceress with a very gentle personality."

Generous... Gentle...

The driver took a closer look at the witcher master's immature face and fell silent.

but.

He didn't dare to think of anything at the moment, and tried hard to suppress the horrifying little stories that emerged in his mind.

He was also afraid that Master Ailin would suddenly say something shocking that would make it difficult for him to follow up with his next words.

Fortunately at this time.

"Good morning, Arlin, Lysa..."

Vesemir and Mary walked out of the temple, diverting the driver's attention and attracting the witcher's sight.

"Good morning, Master Vesemir, Lady Mary..." Lysa smoothed the hair by her ears and replied respectfully.

"Morning..." Ailin replied.

But the next second, he looked at the strange expressions on Vesemir and Mary's faces and asked curiously:
"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing...nothing..." The two of them shook their heads and waved their hands almost in unison.

Under the driver's grateful gaze, Vesemir saw that Arryn was about to open his mouth, so he quickly added: "Hurry up and get in the car. It's getting late."

Ailin looked up at the sky and walked into the carriage without saying anything else.

Several people outside breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Seeing the witcher's back disappear in the carriage, Mary and Vesemir looked at each other, then followed him with a sympathetic look.

After entering the carriage, the two men saw the sorceress tilting her head to look out the window, and their bodies paused at the same time.

Then Vesemir sat next to Arryn, and Mary looked at the other empty seat next to Arryn and sat obediently next to Vera.

"Good... Good morning... Ms. Vera..." Mary greeted cautiously.

Vera just said "hmm" indifferently without even turning her head.

Damn...

Did the instructor “hear” something?
After glaring at the witcher, Mary placed her hands flat on her thighs and sat upright.

When Vesemir saw this scene, he didn't even dare to say hello. He closed his eyes and seemed to be meditating.

After Lisa got in the car, she sat next to the witcher without hesitation under Mary's shocked gaze...

"Let's go!" the driver shouted.

follow closely.

"Wheels and wheels~"

The carriage trembled for a moment and then went down the mountain steadily.

"What's wrong?" Lisa, who was being stared at by Mary, stroked the hair by her ear uncomfortably.

As her eyes wandered, Lisa saw the bloodstains on her skirt.

She was exhausted from days of rescue work and was a little dazed. Only then did she remember that she hadn't taken a shower for many days.

She sniffed, glanced at Ailin, then carefully shrank to the corner and whispered:

"Sorry, I forgot to change my clothes..."

"It's okay..." The witcher glanced at Mary, then pulled Lysa's hand to stop her from retreating back into the corner. "We are both people who often travel long distances. We don't care about these details."

Mary glanced at Arlin holding Lysa's hand, and felt inexplicably empty in her heart.

She knew why she felt uncomfortable.

But think about it.

It seemed that Lisa only knew Vera and Arlin in this carriage.

But it takes great courage to actively choose to sit next to Vera.

What's more, Lysa is obviously more familiar with Arlin.

So it was understandable, even reasonable, to sit in the empty seat next to him.

and.

Seeing how exhausted Lisa was from saving people, even she admired her.

then.

Mary smiled apologetically and said, "What Ailin said is right. We are people who often live in the open air and don't care about these things."

After a pause and a glance out the window, she continued:
"We still have some time to get there, why don't you hurry up and take a rest first..."

"Thank you~" Lisa said softly, then looked at the remaining people in the carriage hesitantly.

Although I am really sleepy, and once I arrive at my destination, a busy day may begin again.

But the etiquette lessons she received in her childhood made her subconsciously avoid doing unladylike, impolite and inelegant actions such as dozing off in front of strangers.

"Mary is right. Take a rest. I will call you when we get there." Ailin continued Mary's words and advised.

Lysa glanced at the witcher and heard a tough tone in his voice.

Then he said "sorry" again and leaned back on the soft velvet backrest.

Not a few seconds passed.

A steady and faint snoring sound was heard in the carriage.

"Wheel~"

The carriage jolted at this moment.

The slightly dirty but peaceful and pretty face slowly and slowly tilted and finally rested on Ailin's shoulder.

Ailin smelled the faint smell of blood and sighed softly.

He thought about it and lowered his body so that Lisa could sleep more comfortably.

"I've never leaned on Ailin's shoulder like this before..."

When Mary saw this scene, the discomfort in her heart, which had just subsided due to pity and admiration, surged up again.

Especially when she thought that it was she who had suggested letting Lisa take a rest, a kind of complex emotion that she couldn't even explain was like the Pontar River during the spring flood.

unstoppable.

Vera seemed to sense something and withdrew her gaze from the window. She glanced indifferently at Lisa on Erin's shoulder, then turned her head to look at Mary.

Her pretty face instantly turned red and she looked out the window on the other side awkwardly.

Vesemir opened his eyes at some point, stroking the stubble on his chin with his right hand, and watched the scene with interest.

It was not until his eyes met Vera's that his smile froze. After nodding in a flattering manner, he closed his eyes and began to "meditate" again.

That was it. No words were spoken along the way.

In the carriage, the only sounds were the occasional snoring of the little priest and the "rolling" of the wheels, which gradually became lighter after Vesemir opened the door to alert him.

unconsciously.

Everyone else in the car was feeling a little sleepy.

but.

After all, the Temple of Meliteli was not far from the city gate, so no matter how slow the carriage was, it finally stopped after more than ten minutes.

They've arrived.

Lisa was gently pushed awake. She was dazed for a moment, not knowing what she saw, and her face suddenly turned red.

"Are we there yet?" she asked in a low voice, diverting everyone's attention.

Then, calmly like a kitten, he stretched his body lazily and used his sleeve to gently wipe away the shiny spots on the witcher's leather armor.

"Yeah, here we are." Ailin nodded nonchalantly.

in fact.

Who among those present has a perception not above fifty?

Even Mary, who looked ordinary, had a perception attribute that exceeded his, reaching 76.

What's more.

This shiny saliva didn't just flow out after Lisa woke up.

Get off the carriage.

Aelin looked around.

Four days were clearly not enough to restore this bustling city to its original state.

The bodies on the streets were cleared away.

Suspicious dark spots can be seen from time to time on the brick and stone floor.

Looking from afar, the ruins of many gate towers can be seen standing.

There are many tents set up near the ruins, probably to accommodate the citizens who lost their homes.

The wind, mixed with a faint stench, brought sad sobs from all directions.

In this atmosphere, everyone had a sad look on their face.

The coachman Sayyaf Ponte parked the carriage in a corner of Elland City, not far from the city gate.

This is a relatively large open space, and there are many other carriages with various noble family crests parked here.

But they were not the last to arrive, as there were still carriages coming towards here along the long street.

"Squeak~"

The car door was closed.

Lisa adjusted her clothes in the carriage and was the last one to get off.

"Follow me..." She lowered her head and whispered to everyone, then led the way.

"Rysa Priest..."

"Rysa's morning sacrifice..."

"Rysa offers a morning sacrifice, praising the goddess Meliteli..."

……

along the way.

From time to time, someone would recognize Lisa, make way for her with respect in their eyes, and bow their heads to greet her.

Lisa nodded in return.

And it wasn't just those who dressed simply, there were also many nobles with family crests tattooed on their clothes, and one could even smell the scent of incense.

Obviously.

During these few days, Lisa did a lot of things in places they didn't know.

Following Lisa, I walked through the crowd, from a remote corner of the city gate, and up to the city wall.

Their destination seemed to be above the city gate.

"Mayday King!"

Just as everyone opened the door of the dim city tower and walked out into the daylight, the voice of a surprised young man suddenly sounded in front of them.

"Snapped!"

A thump followed.

"It's Master Ailin!" a deep male voice scolded.

The witcher looked over in the direction of the sound.

The familiar silver armor and the style of the long sword scabbard.

They were the Duke of Mason's personal knights, and at a glance there were no less than fifty of them standing neatly on the city gate tower.

"Good morning, Master Ailin. May Cliff bless you so that your sword will always be sharp..."

The owner of the deep male voice bowed slightly and saluted with reverence in his eyes.

The young man who was beaten for shouting "Mayday King" touched his head, muttered something, and saluted solemnly, saying:

"Good morning, Master Ailin..."

follow closely.

It is that long row of “Good morning…” greetings.

The Royal Guards were full of energy, so they looked very imposing.

The other nobles passing by the city gate tower were curious and asked the people around them about Ailin's identity.

At this time.

The group of people in luxurious clothes gathered in the middle of the city gate tower suddenly made way.

"Come here, Master Ailin!"

A hoarse and old voice came from it, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Yes...it's Duke Mason..." Lisa seemed a little nervous, her voice trembling as she walked towards that direction.

When Arlin walked out of the tower, Vesemir, Vera, and Mary appeared one after another.

I don't know what the considerations are.

The guard knight with a deep male voice just nodded slightly and said "Good morning", and his greeting to Vesemir was a little louder.

After all, the city gate tower is a military defense facility, so the space is not very spacious.

When the witcher walked towards the old duke under the gaze of the nobles with their heads held high, many nobles on the edge had to be squeezed out.

However, most of the nobles here are not young anymore, so nothing indecent has happened.

The old duke's complexion did not look too good, and the skin on his face seemed to be sagging.

Full of fatigue.

I guess I haven’t slept well these past few days.

Wait until a group of people approach.

He leaned on his cane, his eyelids fluttered, and he nodded slightly to Vesemir and Vera.

then.

"Stand beside me!" he said solemnly.

The old duke's words caused a commotion among the nobles around him.

Not to mention attendants and bodyguards.

In such public places, people of different identities are required to stand in the right place.

The old duke should naturally be surrounded by his descendants, or nobles of slightly lower titles.

But at least he should be a count.

Even if there is no noble with the corresponding title, the place will be vacated no matter how crowded it is.

But Ailin obviously didn't have so many concerns.

He walked past the little priestess Lisa, who had stopped and looked a little uncomfortable, and stood beside the old duke under the scrutiny of the nobles.

"You're good!" The old duke nodded with satisfaction.

Then, regardless of the commotion of the people around him, he turned around and looked towards the city.

The witcher followed his gaze.

At the foot of the city, a group of women dressed as priestesses of the goddess Meliteli were surrounding many large urns, and no one knew what they were doing.

But before he could see clearly.

Suddenly, a hoarse, old, and majestic voice came from my ear:

"Will the Wolf School be willing to move to Elland?"

(End of this chapter)