Chapter 305: Can my apprentice cheat me a second time?
The apprentices discussed in low voices, but none of Arryn, Vesemir, and Aristo was not a master witcher, and none of them had a perception attribute lower than fifty.

Even a flying insect passing by in the sky can be accurately located, let alone the conversations of the apprentices.

After hearing this, Aylin didn't say anything, but Aristo's eyebrows moved first.
Who is stronger, him or Ailin?
To be honest, he was also curious about this question.

There are many examples within the school where the strength of older demon hunters is not as good as that of talented newcomers.

But the newcomers in those examples are themselves not young anymore.

At least it is impossible to surpass a demon hunter master just half a year after passing the Green Grass Trial.

And Arestor actually knew about Ailin's strength.

The battle in which he became the master demon hunter was a matter of luck, and one could even say that there was a bit of luck involved.

after all.

If an Ice King hadn't suddenly appeared, it would have been almost impossible for Ailin to kill Old Spearhead.

Of course, this is not easy.

At least Aristo put himself in his shoes. When he was thirteen years old, he certainly didn't have the courage and ability to do this.

What's more, at that time, Ailin had already created extremely practical magic props and potions such as the Water Ghost Whistle and the Killer Whale.

So he was convinced when Ailin was promoted to Master Demon Hunter.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to serve as deputy leader of a kid in that Demon Hunting Corps.

However, although he was convinced, in terms of strength, Aresto always felt a sense of dislocation when he was listening to Vesemir's story.

The Great Griffin, the Demon Spirit, and the Wild Hunt...

Are these monsters really something that Erin, a demon hunter who has just passed the mountain trial for half a year, can deal with?

You know, even with Arestor's current strength, it is difficult to deal with a big griffin, especially when he is completely unprepared.

Even if Arryn was assisted by Vesemir and Mary, that would explain something.

Not to mention fighting against hundreds of demons, it is said that he even hunted a large monster demon that was more powerful than a Cyclops alone.

If Arestor had not been familiar with Vesemir and the nobles of Elland had not granted him the title of Knight, he would have thought Vesemir was lying.

therefore.

Aristo was indeed very curious about how strong Ailin was and how many rounds he could last under him.

of course.

The more important point is.

He has been training the kids for the first half of the year and hasn't experienced a fair fight for a long time.

He was well aware of the strength of Vesemir and the other witcher masters in Kaer Morhen, and their moves and routines, even with the addition of signs, could no longer bring him any freshness.

Now listening to Vesemir's description, Ailin's strength seems to be quite good.

Seeing the prey made them excited, and they couldn't suppress their fighting spirit...

but……

"If I put it this way, it might seem like I'm bullying the weak..." Aresto hesitated, "and if the situation turns out to be too ugly, it won't be good for the development of the Demon Hunting Corps..."

Although he has always had a bad temper, he is not a reckless man who only knows how to draw his sword and chop people.

Besides, at such an old age, he still knows how to weigh the pros and cons.

"Why not just forget it..." he thought to himself.

At this moment, Vesemir's instigating voice suddenly came to his ears:

"Alin, do you want to compete with Aristo?"

Suddenly.

The entire castle hall fell silent again in an instant.

The apprentices all looked at Ailin, who was sipping the thirty-year-old Dongzhidong aged wine, with burning eyes, hoping that he would agree immediately.

Only Aristo turned his head suddenly and looked in surprise at Vesemir, whose face was flushed from drinking.

How could a master cheat his apprentice like this?
No matter whether Ailin was serious or not in the competition with him, as long as he lost, it would be a complete loss with no benefit.

As for winning…

He is older than Vesemir and is one of the strongest witcher masters.

How could he lose?
"Vesemir, you are drunk!" Aristo's voice rang out in the silent castle hall.

“Are you scared?” Vesemir glanced at him, then looked at Arryn and asked again, “How is it, Arryn?”

Aristo frowned and remained silent.

He had no idea why Vesemir, who had just been holding Arryn in his arms, was now digging a big hole for his apprentice.

Did he really think Ailin could beat him?
Thinking of this, an inexplicable anger surged in my heart.

He glared at Vesemir, but resisted the urge to punch him hard because there were still apprentices around.

Aristo tilted his head to look at the childish witcher master who had put down his wine glass, and was thinking about how to give Ailin a way out.

I don't know why I thought of the stories Vesemir just told me.

Suddenly I was speechless.

At the same time, I wanted him to refuse, but I also wanted him to accept.

In full view.

Ailin put down his wine glass and looked at Arestor's blue cat eyes which were full of burning fighting spirit.

"If I could have the honor to seek advice from Master Aristo..." he said softly, "Of course I would love to!"

"Wow--"

As soon as the words fell, the entire castle hall seemed to suddenly boil.

The apprentices burst into an astonishing noise, looking eagerly at their leader... or the future leader, their faces filled with excitement.

"Hahaha~" Vesemir laughed and poured the wine in the glass into his mouth in one breath.

"Answer me, Aristo, are you afraid?" Vesemir shouted.

"boom!"

The wooden cup slammed heavily onto the oak table.

The blood-red wine splashed out of the cup, and the mellow aroma filled the air, making people feel elegant and intoxicated.

"I would be afraid?" Aristo's forehead veins were visible. "When I was hunting royal pterodactyls and becoming a master demon hunter, you were still wetting the bed! How dare you say that I would be afraid?"

Vesemir's face turned red.

It’s not because Aristo’s curses were too harsh, but because what he said was true.

More accurate.

Aristo had even seen the map of the northern continent he drew on the bed sheet in the middle of the night...

This is the downside of having a long lifespan.

No matter how old you are, there are always people alive who remember the embarrassing things that happened when you were young.

And from time to time, on certain occasions, it will give you a heavy blow.

Vesemir pretended to be nonchalant and glanced around, especially "unintentionally" glancing at Arryn's face, and breathed a sigh of relief.

fortunately.

Aristo was still rational despite his rage and did not go into details.

Ailin and the other apprentices probably thought he was just swearing in desperation and didn't take it seriously.

In panic, Vesemir gave a dry laugh and dared not provoke Aristo anymore. He lowered his head and pretended to taste the wine.

Anyway, his goal has been achieved.

"Hmph~" Seeing Vesemir lower his head, Arestor snorted coldly, then suppressed his emotions and looked at Arryn.

Ask for advice...

This excuse is not bad and it leaves some room for maneuver.

"He is a smart boy, and..." Aristo looked into Arlin's eyes full of fighting spirit, "and he is as warlike as I was when I was young..."

Think of this.

Aristo couldn't help but glare at Vesemir again, causing him to silently turn his body to the side and lower his head at a greater angle.

This kind of child is suitable for him to teach!

Is Vesemir, a guy who still wets the bed at the age of seven or eight, worthy of such a good traveling apprentice? "Then let's have a good fight!"

As soon as Aristo finished speaking, the apprentices jumped up from their seats in joy.

"No bread thrown into the sky!" Aristo roared to maintain order. "If anyone dares to waste a drop of stew, I will punish him by making him polish the entire steel sword of Kaer Morhen until it shines!"

Amid the deputy leader's roar, the apprentices finally sat down and ate bread and stew.

But even if it was suppressed by the roar.

They didn't calm down, their eyes kept lingering on Arryn, and they excitedly discussed in low voices, Arestor and Arryn...

Which one is stronger!

……

The apprentices finished their lunch quickly.

Vesemir, as if he wanted to take revenge on someone, managed to make all five bottles of East of the East in just ten minutes.

If it were in the previous life, after drinking so much red wine, most ordinary people would be drunk and unconscious, and even those with weak physical conditions might be in danger of death.

But demon hunters are very resistant to alcohol, so naturally there won't be any problems.

Looking at Vesemir's expression, Alyn felt that he was still unsatisfied and wanted to drink five more bottles.

However, Dongzhidong itself will not bring any danger, but it is hard to say about factors outside Dongzhidong.

Aristo's fists, placed on the oak table, were clenched so tightly that veins bulged.

The two dark golden cat pupils glared angrily.

It almost seemed to Arryn that before he fought with Arestor, Vesemir would fight a life-and-death battle with his opponent first.

After lunch, they left the castle hall and came to the apprentice training ground surrounded by the apprentices' shouts and cheers.

That's right.

It was the place where Vesemir gave them a practical lesson on killing water ghosts, where the Demon Hunter's Notes was activated, and also where Vesemir lost Elsa...

Coming to this place again and duelling with Aristo, Ailin was deeply moved.

of course.

Vesemir's feelings were obviously no less than Arryn's.

This can be seen from the way his eyes occasionally wander behind Ailin.

But then again.

The Gilna silver sword that Vesemir is using now, which has killed a red dragon, a green dragon and a dozen high-level vampires, is obviously more precious than Elsa.

therefore.

He also never expressed any intention to redeem Elsa.

However, the sword obviously meant something different to Vesemir, and they had come to this place that was of great significance to both of them, and there was even a duel to follow...

Then Vesemir suddenly had an idea, turned his head and looked at Aristo, and said with interest:

"Aristo, do you dare to make a bet?"

Aristo glanced at Vesemir, who had cheated him out of several bottles of East of East and whose face was red.
"What are you planning again?"

Vesemir laughed a few times and said:

"Didn't you just lose? I'll give you a chance to win back..."

"I didn't lose just now," Aristo interrupted unhappily, "Those five bottles of wine are for your good story."

“That’s about right.” Vesemir didn’t care about being interrupted and pressed down the brim of his black wide-brimmed hat. “In the next duel between you and Arryn, if you win, I’ll return five bottles to you as usual. Otherwise, you return five bottles to me.”

Aristo raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ailin.

"Is he bribing me because he is worried that I will tell all his embarrassing stories?" he thought to himself.

"Sure!" he said without hesitation, without even adding the restriction of a duel.

Obviously.

Whether it was a simple sword duel or an unlimited duel that was close to actual combat, he didn't feel that he would lose.

Vesemir's mouth curled up when he saw this.

As he expected, Aristo, this rough man, was very arrogant.

Vesemir admitted that he could not beat Aristoth. Arryn, who had once lost to him, certainly could not beat him in terms of swordsmanship and signs alone.

But Arryn has the potion.

He still remembered the scene in the library of the Temple of Meliteli when Arryn drank the two potions, one red and one blue.

There was no time to react.

In a trance, the wooden stick in his hand was knocked away.

He didn't think Arestor had the ability to withstand such an attack, even though Arestor was much stronger than him.

This has almost nothing to do with personal swordsmanship and strength; it is a power at another unknown level.

of course.

The reason why Vesemir proposed this duel was not for a few bottles of wine. It was just a sudden idea after arriving at this familiar place.

Just small sections.

more importantly……

A team can only have one leader.

In the Demon Hunter Corps, even if Aristo himself had no intention of seizing power, as a demon hunter master with far more experience than Arryn, his presence was too strong.

Moreover, Aristo himself was an upright man with impeccable character.

But he was hot-tempered, irritable, and arrogant, and it was impossible for him to completely obey Ailin's arrangements.

If we don't distinguish the primary from the secondary in advance and let him truly see Ailin's strength, conflicts will inevitably arise in the next few months of coexistence.

In the end, it is estimated that the priority will have to be determined by the use of force.

It would be better to do it earlier, which would be better for Ailin, Aristo himself, and even the school.

As for whether using the blizzard potion and the giant ghoul decoction was a bit despicable, and whether Arestor would be convinced...

A demon hunter is not a knight after all.

Any means that can "kill" the enemy is a good means, no matter how despicable it is.

Even in an ordinary duel.

What's more.

Being able to create a miraculous potion like the blizzard was also a testament to Ayrin's strength.

in contrast.

In an unlimited duel, not allowing him to use potions would be considered despicable.

for this.

Vesemir believed in Aristo's character.

“It’s a pity…” Vesemir glanced at the excited apprentices around him, and curled his lips. “Aristo not only lost an adult, but also lost five bottles of aged East of the East…”

“This is so tragic!”

"but……"

"He can't be the only witcher master of the Wolf School who has been tricked by Aylin."

Aristo had no idea of ​​Vesemir's thoughts. Seeing that the apprentices were all standing and Arryn was ready, he asked:
"Sword duel or no-holds-barred duel, which one do you choose?"

Under Vesemir's expectant gaze, Arryn naturally chose "Unrestricted Duel", which made him nod with satisfaction.

But next.

When I saw Ailin take off the reagent bag on his waist without taking a single bottle of potion...

Wessermilton felt bad.

I watched Ailin walk towards the training ground.

Staring absentmindedly at the beautifully carved silver sword scabbard, Vesemir seemed to have returned to that late autumn when he was praised by everyone...

It seems like he is...about to be tricked by his apprentice again...

(End of this chapter)