Chapter 301 Mirage Pearl Evolution
Naturally, Mary had no objection to this. Her two big watery eyes were filled with tears of having found a savior.

Ailin doesn't even have that much confidence in himself.

But this matter had little to do with Mary, and he really didn't think Ms. Vera was that petty.

Go up the tower, to the alchemy room on the third floor, and knock on the door.

No one responded for a long time.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a cold female voice was heard from behind.

It scared Ailin.

Although I was wondering where Vera had gone just now since there was only so much space in the entire south tower.

But right now, the matter of Mary, who was frightened and crying, was more urgent.

After organizing his words, Ailin whispered:

"I came to apologize to you..."

The sorceress just stared at him expressionlessly, which put a lot of psychological pressure on Ailin.

He swallowed and continued:

"The demon hunter apprentice at the city gate tower is a bit outspoken..."

"Do you think I'm old too?" Vera suddenly interrupted.

Ailin was startled.

Women's concerns are always different from men's.

"Evil old witch" He felt that the offensive part was the words "evil" and "witch", which was an extreme offense to personality and profession.

Unexpectedly, Vera was so persistent in focusing on the word "old".

But is Vera old?

The witcher took a closer look.

Sorceresses are always beautiful.

They use magic and potions to freeze time at a woman's most beautiful moment.

Even because of some decorative spells, they are even more beautiful than they originally were.

So from the appearance, female sorcerers are always young and beautiful.

What about aging?

But from the perspective of age, what standards are used to judge aging?
As a human being, the average life expectancy of an adult in this world is probably less than fifty.

But judging from the lifespan of wizards, Heng Gedimides, one of the first wizards in human history, is still alive and well, sitting steadily in the dean's office of Ban Ade.

I don’t know how many vice presidents died because of this.

of course.

These are just the inexplicably divergent dialectical thoughts in the demon hunter's mind, proving the residual traces of his science and engineering degree in his previous life.

Ailin, whose emotional intelligence is not high but not ridiculously low, certainly knows what to say at this moment.

But just as he was about to say some words of praise, Vera suddenly sighed:

"I'm old..."

The demon hunter was stunned.

Vera walked to the open window of the winding gallery.

The sun sets and the day ends.

"Ianna is the child I raised," she said softly, looking at the blood-red sunset outside the window. "When I adopted her, she was only four or five years old."

"I was very active and lively since I was young. I was naughty all the time. I made a mess of the wizard tower where I was at that time, and I also drove away many etiquette teachers I specially hired."

"As he got older, he became even more serious. He raced horses with the country boys all day long, and went to every horse race near Aretusa to join in the fun."

"Of course..." Vera paused, "She has great talent and has won very good rankings."

"Because she had no talent for magic, she was destined to not be able to make a living by magic like us sorceresses. At that time, the only way for her was to marry into a good family."

"So one time I was so angry that I criticized her for not being a lady, how can you get married in the future? I didn't expect her to retort to me, saying, 'If you don't want to get married, then don't get married. At most, you can live on horse racing prize money for the rest of your life.'"

The witcher stood beside the sorceress.

He looked at the bright golden light of the setting sun, casting a maternal afterglow on Vera's soft and pretty face.

Vera really likes Ianna...

Ailin thought.

However, I didn't expect that the high priest of the Temple of Meliteli had such a past when he was a child.

Isn’t this a rebellious little girl?

I don't know how he later became a priest of the Temple of Meritelli.

"But..." Vera turned around and looked at Ailin, "Although Ianna is indeed unmarried, he has never participated in horse racing since I sent him to the Temple of Meliteli due to a certain opportunity."

"Now, she is too old to ride a horse..."

"She is dying of old age..."

Ailin was silent.

He didn't know what to say at this time.

Maybe Vera doesn't need him to talk. He is just an empty tree hole that can temporarily block out all worries.

Just say it.

For some reason, Vera was silent for a long time and stared at him for a long time, so long that he thought time had stopped.

"Ailin..." Vera suddenly shouted.

The demon hunter was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm here. What's wrong, Ms. Vera?"

"I really want you to grow up quickly, but I also hope you stay the same as you are now..." Vera was in a trance.

The sorceress' words sounded a bit strange. Ailin laughed dryly and said:
"Ms. Vera, demon hunters also have a long lifespan."

"And if I don't grow faster, how are you going to get your investment back?"

Vera smiled absentmindedly when she heard this: "Yes, I still need to recover my investment..."

This smile was incredibly beautiful against the backdrop of the burning red clouds outside the window.

With this appearance, who dares to say she is old?
Vera came back to her senses and suddenly thought of something. Her smile faded and she reached out to ruffle the witcher's hair in disappointment. "So you should grow up quickly..."

"…The sooner the better…"

She paused and then said:
"I am old, and there is not much I can do..."

Then, without waiting for Ailin to retort on whether Vera was old or not, she waved her hand and said jokingly:
"Go back and have a rest. Half a year has passed. I also need to go back and think about how to recover my investment."

Subsequently.

The sorceress opened the door with a snap of her fingers and walked into the alchemy room.

"Bang~"

The door is closed.

"What happened?" The demon hunter scratched his head as he looked at the delicate patterns on the door of the alchemy room.

I couldn't understand why the sorceress suddenly became so sentimental.

When he reached the door of his "big flat", he was about to open it.

The demon hunter suddenly realized that he had forgotten something very important.

He went to the sorceress to plead for Mary, but just as he got started and was about to take the blame for the witcher apprentice's outspokenness on the city wall, he was interrupted by Ms. Vera's sigh.

Now... it doesn't seem appropriate to pry open the door of the alchemy room?

The demon hunter suddenly felt a sharp pain in his teeth.

"Ms. Vera is now feeling sad about getting old, and she can even tolerate Ianna, who she calls naughty and rebellious since childhood. She probably won't blame Mary for this."

"Maybe?"

I convinced myself somewhat uncertainly.

The witcher stopped thinking about this matter that he could not undo and silently prayed for Mary in his heart.

While picking up the key from the carpet at the door, he prepared to open the door.

While thinking about what method should be used to clean the house as soon as possible.

He hadn't been back for so long, and even though he had closed the balcony door before leaving, the house must have been covered with a layer of dust.

But he didn't expect that when he found the key and was about to open the door.

The door had already been unlocked.

"Ok?"

Has anyone been here?

"Squeak~" The moment the door was pushed open.

Not only was the room spotless, but there was also wisps of hot steam rising from the middle area covered by the wooden screen.

Take a deep breath.

The fragrance of orange and cardamom lingers around, warm and soothing.

After a moment of silence, someone sighed.

"Isn't this... enough?"

……

Silent all night.

Ailin, who was rarely lazy, took a nice hot bath and did not go to the castle hall for dinner.

He simply chewed the dried meat and dry food he had brought with him, then went to bed to rest.

On the first night back in Kaer Morhen, the witcher did not meditate and fell asleep naturally.

The next morning.

Ailin woke up from the soft bed and saw the sky when he opened his eyes.

The clear blue sky.

"Ok?"

"Sky?"

The witcher, sensing something was wrong, suddenly turned over, jumped up, and stretched out his hand to shake Elsa's hand out of habit.

But it was empty.

Looking down, she saw that she was still wearing the silk nightgown she had changed into last night.

"Damn it! I took off all my leather armor and weapons before going to bed..." The demon hunter cursed in his mind, "And..."

"What the hell is this place?"

"How did I get here?"

How could anyone have brought him from Kaer Morhen to this unknown place without anyone noticing?

Let’s not talk about Vera, she’s just downstairs.

Although he took off his sword and leather armor last night, he still wore the wolf emblem.

How is it possible that it was moved away without even a reaction?
He looked around warily.

Blue sky, warm sun, green grass, flowers and flowing streams...

Gradually, the demon hunter felt an indescribable familiarity and intimacy around him, as if...

He can control everything in front of him.

Also.

After calming down, he discovered that although the ground looked like hard soil, it was extremely soft when stepped on, just like his soft bed.

Do not!
This should be his bed!

After realizing this, the demon hunter suddenly realized something, and after observing the surrounding environment, he was suddenly delighted.

He quickly closed his eyes.

really!

In his mind, in addition to the connection with the wolf emblem which remained the same as usual, the connection with the mirage bead which was originally as thin as a spider silk was now constantly fluctuating from one side of the mirage bead towards the direction of his mind, quickly filling the white light thread and making it thicker.

When being "watched" by the demon hunter's mind, a wave of joy was transmitted to him.

After more than a month, the Mirage Pearl had finally absorbed the "dead Mirage Pearl".

No wonder Wolf Emblem didn't issue a warning.

Although it was not controlled by him, the illusion created by the Mirage Pearl was essentially no different from the seal he used.

How could the wolf emblem possibly serve as a reminder of his own "behavior"?
"Is that realistic scene outside just an illusion accidentally woven by the Mirage Pearl?" While waiting for the Mirage Pearl to evolve, the demon hunter opened his eyes and stared at the realistic illusion in front of him in amazement.

No wonder there is a sense of familiarity.

Except for the absence of houses, the blue sky, warm sunshine, green grass, flowers and flowing streams, isn’t this the scene outside the Hundred Fruit Garden?

In other words, it is the scene of the orchard under Viscount Hudson's abandoned castle.

"Wow, so realistic, the Mirage Pearl has really evolved this time." The demon hunter exclaimed.

Although he felt that he could control the illusion before him, in order to avoid affecting the upgrade of the Mirage Pearl, Ailin thought about it and did not touch him.

Instead, based on the spatial arrangement in his memory, he walked down the soft "land" and began to explore the familiar yet unfamiliar "Orchard".

The Mirage Pearl is hanging around his neck, so this scene is definitely centered on the Demon Hunter.

However, as he walked, the touch of his feet felt like a carpet that completely wrapped his entire foot.

But the directions in the illusion are indeed moving.

What was even more surprising was that when he got out of bed, he discovered that the ground in the illusion before him had also sloped downward.

There is no sense of violation and.

The room on the top floor of the south tower is not small.

But the Mirage Pearl had not yet been upgraded, and this illusion, which was almost real, directly enveloped the entire room.

Before absorbing the "Dead Mirage Pearl", Ailin could only control the Mirage Pearl to hide himself at night, and the range was extremely small.

Tested as a whole.

Both the picture details and the illusion range have been greatly improved.

Of course there are still flaws.

I had just woken up from sleep and couldn’t tell it apart for a moment, but currently the illusion of the mirage pearl still only has one dimension of vision.

Touch, hearing, smell and taste are all non-functional.

Not to mention the unique ability in Viscount Hudson's abandoned cave, where the senses of touch, hearing, and smell are completely deceived, and it can even simulate the movements and speech of a living person, causing people to lose their sense of direction.

But Ailin was also satisfied.

It has been half a year since I got the Mirage Pearl, and the upgrade has been so exaggerated. What else do I need?

not to mention.

The dead mirage pearl can have such a strong effect. In addition to its own strong ability, it must be inseparable from Shadia's arrangement and control in the cave.

Perhaps some ritual arrays are involved.

After all, although Shadia's spellcasting ability was destroyed by Vera, her knowledge as an immortal elven wizard was not forgotten.

Thinking of Shadia, the witcher's thoughts wandered.

"I wonder when the assistance sent by Ain Sheedi will arrive?"

Although the original enemy, Haxo, is dead.

But the hostility between wizards and nobles will certainly not be eliminated, and the defense of Kaer Morhen may be inevitable after all, but there should be differences in intensity and duration.

So the alliance with Ain Sheedy is still very valuable.

And after all, they had the same source as Ain El, so Aelin didn't believe that no useful information about the Wild Hunt could be pried out from those long ears.

"I just need some methods..." he pondered in his mind.

"Chirp~"

Suddenly, a clear bird song came into his mind, interrupting his thoughts.

at the same time.

The illusion before my eyes suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding illusion returned to its original state.

A mirage bead emitting colorful white light floated up from the chest and kept rubbing the witcher's face affectionately. The touch was as warm and delicate as some kind of jade sphere.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp~"

The newly awakened Mirage Pearl is a bit clingy, and keeps chirping in my mind to convey the emotion of missing, like a dog that hasn't seen its owner for a long time.

Plus the mirage pearl on her cheek was rubbing against me constantly.

This feeling is even more obvious.

"Okay, okay, I miss you too." Ailin patted the Mirage Pearl with his right hand.

Not only is there an illusion effect, but after absorbing the "Dead Mirage Pearl", the intelligence is also greatly improved.

Just like a one-year-old child grows to four or five years old.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Just as Ailin was about to conduct further tests, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

"Are you up yet, Aelin?"

"The Chief is looking for you..."

(End of this chapter)