Chapter 336: The Unique Wolf School Master Set

The wind blows from the mountains to the plains.

Clouds drifted across the moon and hovered over the city built of large blocks of bluestone.

"There are no giant dragons flying over the Princess' castle, and there are no heavy troops besieging the city..."

"Holden lied."

Vesemir tied the reins to a tree beside the ancient road. His two dark golden cat eyes shone brightly in the darkness, revealing a hint of irritation that he could hardly suppress.

It was precisely because of the urgency and anxiety in Holden's letter, which was extremely urgent, that he returned to Kaer Morhen in such a hurry and took Arryn down the mountain.

The journey was full of wind and rain, and several young demon hunters had blisters on their hips. They also attracted the attention of high-ranking wizards who were hostile to demon hunters...

The result is this...

Not to mention the giant dragons and heavy troops.

The solid walls of Vergen, hewn from the rock, showed no signs of ever having been besieged or attacked.

The trees and bushes outside the city gate are exactly the same as the last time I came here...

Do not!
In fact, because it is the blooming month, the trees are lush with leaves and the bushes are blooming with flowers, which can be said to be full of vitality.

His apprentice was right.

The Kaedweni armies never reached this place.

"Hmm..." Ailin stroked the bristles on Radish's forehead. "Of course I lied, but since I'm here, let's take a look at Vergen first..."

After a pause, he continued:
"You can't send a letter for help to Kaer Morhen just to play a trick on us..."

"Then he's finished!" Vesemir angrily pressed his black wide-brimmed hat, and the one eye that was exposed was full of murderous intent.

Even if Horton is a dwarf forging master, he is not qualified to play tricks on the Wolf School like this.

"Whoo~"

Take a deep breath and calm your angry mood.

Vesemir looked up at the huge city that was crouching among the mountains like a giant beast:
"Better be careful when entering the city, just in case."

"Ok."

……

Every demon hunter who has been transformed through the Trial of Green Grass is a natural assassin.

Light on foot, sharp in perception, full of energy...

Especially at night, the city alleys are crisscrossed and sparsely populated.

In comparison.

Arryn was even more adept at this than Vesemir, who was dozens or hundreds of times older than him, and was like a fish in water.

Even though I've only been to Vergen once, I stayed there for just one day.

He was always able to find a suitable foothold before Vesemir, avoiding the blind spots of passers-by and guards.

The witcher master was so frightened that he could only reluctantly follow behind him, pointing in the general direction, and was extremely surprised.

how to say……

The Cat School is indeed professional in assassination, and the LV5 Cat School two-handed sword is really easy to use.

After entering Vergen, the two demon hunters spent some time climbing over the city wall because the city gates were closed at night. No one noticed them and they arrived in front of the stone house of Holden Qui-Gon, the lord of Vergen and the dwarf forging master.

"The guards along the way are still from Aedirn. There are slightly more guards than the last time I came here, but after all, it's normal for two countries to be at war..."

Vesemir muttered to himself as he looked at the distribution of guards around Horton's residence and the expressions on their faces, and he gave up the last bit of trust he had in the dwarf forging master.

"Don't think about it, Master Vesemir." Ailin patted his shoulder. "Judging from his breathing, Holden should be resting in the bedroom. We will know the truth when we meet him."

Vesemir nodded.

He walked out of the alley, dodged the lax guards passing by, took two steps forward, and with a light leap he easily jumped onto the terrace on the second floor.

Aelin followed closely behind.

The pale moonlight covered the terrace with white frost, and the wooden door was closed.

"Hu-lu-"

A deafening shout squeezed out from the crack in the door.

"I slept soundly."

Vesemir sneered and pushed the door open.

The wooden door shook for a moment, but remained firmly in place and was not pushed open.

The door was locked.

Glancing through the crack in the door.

A metal rod as thick as a finger runs across the center.

But this does not pose a problem for the Demon Hunter Master.

Although Vesemir didn't know how to pick locks, he knew one common sense: metal would melt under high temperatures.

The heat of the Igni Sign is enough to melt steel.

He stretched out his right hand, mobilizing his magic power, and was about to use a seal to melt the iron rod in the crack of the wooden door.

Ailin reached out and grasped the Master Witcher's right hand, interrupting him: "Let me do it."

"You come?" Vesemir was stunned for a moment and subconsciously stepped aside.

Isn't it the same no matter who uses Igoni?
He stared at Aelin's movements in confusion, only to find that he did not use the Igni Fire Sign.

Instead, he fiddled with the door with his hands a few times in a daze.

"Click~"

With a slight sound, the wooden door loosened.

"Hmm!" Vesemir's eyes immediately changed when he looked at Arryn.

Judging from the stealth we had just experienced, it can be said that Ailin has a high talent. He is naturally sensitive to other people's gazes and suitable places to hide.

But this "unlocking"... no one is born with the ability to unlock a lock...

Where did his apprentice learn this skill?

"Alin, you..."

“These are just some insignificant little tricks,” Ailin waved his hand. “The important thing is business.”

Yes, compared to the purity of the Wolf School two-handed sword, the Cat School two-handed sword is also capable of opening some simple door locks.

The lock for this patio happens to fall within the range of “some simple door locks”.

Vesemir nodded, putting aside his doubts for the moment, and pushed the door open.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door was pushed open.

Holden Qui-Gon lay alone on the hard stone slab with his eyes closed, his roar deafening.

"Click~"

By the time Arryn had locked the patio door again, Vesemir had reached the dwarf's distinctive stone bed.

"Crack~"

A palm slapped Holden on the forehead.

The snoring stopped immediately.

Horton opened his eyes dazedly, and after taking a look at the witcher master, his eyes immediately widened.

“Vesemir…” “Keep your voice down!” Vesemir glared at Holden and covered his mouth, only letting go when he nodded.

To the surprise of the two demon hunters, the first thing Holden said was not a horrified question, but he grabbed Vesemir's hand and said in surprise: "Finally someone from your Wolf School has arrived!"

Arryn and Vesemir looked at each other.

……

"You mean the letter that the King of Aedir forced you to send to us..." Vesemir rubbed his hair.

Fearing accidents, he put his hat on the horse outside the city of Vergen. At this time, the wind in the stairwell blew his hair, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"To be precise, they are from the Knights of the King of Aedirn... but that's almost it..." Holden, who had changed his clothes, led the way with a lantern in hand. "Demave II always has an unexpected talent for meanness, doesn't he?"

The candlelight flickered, casting huge shadows of three people in the narrow stairwell.

"At the beginning, he was also..."

“You had someone steal your favorite hammer, and while you were looking for the hammer, they stole your boiler and iron felt. You had no choice but to agree to the rogue king’s request, right?” Vesemir interrupted. “You’ve told me this story many times!”

"Aelin has heard it too." After a pause, the witcher master added.

“Okay.” Holden smacked his lips and glanced at Ailin, his long black beard trembling.

There was silence for a few seconds before he recovered from the interruption.

"Although I sent the letter under the coercion of Demaevi II, I still have to say a good word for them."

Holden did not stop and turned back to look at Vesemir seriously: "Demaevi II had no choice."

"what happened?"

"Two or three weeks ago, Vengerberg was attacked by a large griffin..."

The great griffin... Ailin glanced at Vesemir subconsciously, and happened to meet the eyes of the witcher master.

"That flat-haired beast suddenly fell from the sky one day, and the strong wind created by its wings blew over a large area of ​​sheds in the lower city of Vengerburg..."

"Then I would visit that city that was almost hollowed out by the war almost every day. Now Vengerburg might be the poorest capital of the kingdom in the entire northern continent. It is said that even the treasury of Demaevi II is empty. The great griffin is not an easy monster to deal with. The few remaining guards in the city also suffered heavy casualties..."

"So they needed an experienced demon hunter, so Demaev II sent someone to find me. I don't know which bastard leaked the news that you were staying at my place. In order to prevent the carrier pigeons from being intercepted by the people of Kaedwen and the news of the chaos in the heart of Aedirn from being known to the locals, they used the excuse that Vergen was besieged and my life was in danger, hoping to attract some demon hunter masters from the Wolf School..."

"I didn't expect that it would be you...you two..."

"By the way, the last time I heard from you, weren't you still in Elland? How did you receive my letter?"

Before the two witchers could answer, the dwarf suddenly seemed to remember something, and paused stroking his long beard. He turned back to look at Ailin and smiled heartily:

"Well done, Mayday King of Elland."

"Only a demon hunter like you is worthy of the beauty I carefully carved. Believe me, when you see her, you will definitely fall in love with her..."

"Don't talk nonsense, Horton!" Vesemir interrupted the dwarf, "So Demaevi II just wants someone to kill the big griffin, right?"

"This is not off topic...Okay, okay..." Under the glare of the witcher master, the dwarf retreated, "That's about it. It's okay to drive it away, as long as it doesn't attack Vengerburg anymore..."

"Because of that flat-haired beast, the road used by Wengerburg to transport supplies to the front line is completely unusable. Now we have to take a long detour, which puts a lot of pressure on logistics."

"It is said that the momentum of Aedirn on the front line is strong. Demaev II was so anxious that his eyes turned red. One day, the granary in the capital was destroyed by that beast. He almost rushed forward and died together with the big griffin. Fortunately, the guards acted quickly enough."

"When you go to Wengerberg, you can ask for an exaggerated reward. This is a rare opportunity to make a fortune..."

“Why don’t you go find a wizard…” Vesemir pursed his lips and frowned. “I mean, Vengerberg should also have court wizards. It may be difficult for them to kill a big griffin, but they should be able to drive it away.”

“Don’t say such unprofessional words, Vesemir…” Holden didn’t look back, paused, and continued down the stairs.

"Even the peasants in the countryside know that the wizards' base is in Kaedwen."

"Besides, the guy named Fritz from Vengerberg was put in a dungeon some time ago for espionage - advocating war, leaking important information, luring monsters, and destroying roads - and was put in magic-blocking gold shackles."

"Demaevi II is just mean and shameless, not stupid."

Just say it.

The entire stairwell suddenly fell silent.

There was only the sound of three people's footsteps, colliding back and forth between the hard and cold stone walls.

"Holden, you know the Wolf School..."

"We're here!" Vesemir was interrupted by the dwarf before he could finish his words.

The two witchers looked up.

A blue metal door that flickered under the candlelight appeared in front of him.

There were countless intricate runes etched on the metal door, as well as many wrench- and wheel-like things.

Although Ailin didn't know the meaning and function of the runes carved on the metal door, he recognized that the blue texture was clearly the most expensive metal in the world - Demon Repellent Metal.

This is not a door lock that can be melted open with Igni.

This was not the place where they had measured their body sizes the last time they came here.

"Please turn your back to me," said the dwarf.

The two demon hunters looked at each other and turned around consciously.

“Crunch—Sizzle—”

There were all kinds of strange noises of metal friction and mechanical operation.

After a while.

"Okay."

The witcher turned around upon hearing the sound.

The dwarf's right hand was holding the blue wrench at the moment, with a proud smile on his face:
“The treasure room houses my proudest works, the world’s rarest materials, and countless treasures.”

"Vesemir, Arlin, if it weren't for your good behavior in the past and my good relationship with the Wolf School, I wouldn't have brought you here in the dead of night."

Then without waiting for the two witchers to speak.

"Fuck-"

The heavy magic-blocking gold door opened.

A sharp, cold white mist suddenly surged out, filling the entire corridor.

When the mist cleared, the dwarf held his head high with pride and stroked his beard.

Behind him was a huge demon-blocking "box" almost the size of the great hall of Kaer Morhen Keep.

Yes.

By the candles held by the dwarves and the magic lamps in the treasure room...

The ground, the surrounding walls, and the ceiling all shone with the unique blue luster of demon-blocking metal.

The entire treasure room is a huge demon-blocking metal safe.

Looking inside, Ailin saw for the first time what jewels and precious stones were.

In addition to some precious monster materials, the most common items are swords, hammers, knives, axes, and armors of various colors, almost every one of which exudes a gentle magical glow.

"Buzz~"

The school badges on the chests of the two demon hunters began to hum greedily and violently.

But none of them cared about the vibration in their chests.

After Ailin scanned the treasure room, his eyes were almost instantly locked on a set of red medium-sized armor in the northeast corner.

He had a strong premonition.

That's his Wolf School Master Set.

but……

"This looks so different from the one Vesemir is wearing!"

(End of this chapter)