Chapter 41 Keep yourself out of trouble?

"Let us raise our glasses together to welcome the hunter of the Ice King, the witcher master, the water ghost killer, and the witcher apprentice Ailin!"

The witcher Dante stood beside the grand bonfire and raised his glass to the long table filled with people.

"boom!"

"boom!"

All the demon hunters at the long table of forty people cooperated by knocking on the wooden table with their wine glasses.

The fragrant wine spilled on the table, but no one cared.

Raise your glass and drink.

Ailin, who was standing in the seat closest to the campfire, also drank the wine in the glass in one gulp helplessly under the gaze of everyone.

The untreated head of the "Ice King" was leaning behind his seat, still oozing blood.

Before entering the castle hall, the witcher apprentice asked whether to deal with the head of the Water Ghost King, but was flatly refused by Vesemir next to him.

"Demon hunters are not nobles or wizards. The smell of rust only makes fine wine more fragrant."

In desperation, the witcher apprentice had to hold up the monster's head, which was half his size, and put it behind the seat in full view of everyone, and then sat in the main seat.

to be frank,
While eating, Ailin still wasn't used to the feeling of something staring at him from under his chair.

However, after a few drinks, coupled with the kindness and enthusiasm of the Wolf School witchers, these details were quickly forgotten.

After three rounds of drinks, the witchers at the long table teased Aylin a few times, but they all realized that he was not a person who liked to show off, so they tacitly changed the subject.

According to the rules, the demon hunter who returns to the mountain last will bring new things down the mountain.

"Everything new had been said by the people in front of me, so I only brought back one interesting book."

"What book? You know, not many people here are interested in this kind of thing. Could it be another Thousand and One Nights about a witcher and a female monster?"

“Hahaha, that’s a really good look, isn’t it, Vesemir?”

With the exception of Vesemir, the other witchers at the table were happy.

Vesemir shook his head helplessly, as if he was already very familiar with this scene.

The demon hunter who had just returned also smiled and took out a book.

On the torn cowhide cover, the following words were written crookedly: "Freak, or a Description of a Witcher".

The person next to him who was familiar with the demon hunter took the book and read aloud:
"To be honest, there is no existence more ugly and unnatural than the demon hunters, because they are the product of vicious witchcraft and sorcery..."

The witcher's voice got lower and lower as he read.

"They are scoundrels without morals, conscience or scruples. They are truly devilish creatures with no special abilities other than killing. Decent people disdain to associate with them..."

The sound of idle chatter gradually stopped, and twenty or thirty pairs of cat eyes stared at the book, their scorching gazes almost setting the tattered paper on fire.

"Kaer Morhen, where those shameless creatures live and practice their vicious arts. We must obliterate that castle, sprinkle every inch of it with salt and nitre..."

The witcher couldn't read any further. With anger, he turned the page to the cover and quickly flipped through several pages, but couldn't find the author's name.

He gnashed his teeth and cursed:

"You are a cowardly person who only dares to slander behind my back. If you have the guts, put your name on it!"

"Kramer, what are you doing bringing this up to the table?"

"I didn't ask you to read it all out. I just wanted to give a brief summary of the content." The demon hunter named Kramer said helplessly.

Then he looked around seriously and said, "I have seen this book in many places, among peasants, nobles, and sorcerers... I borrowed this book from a... sorcerer friend..."

"Male sorcerer or female sorceress?" someone interrupted.

"That's not important, what's important is..."

"It looks like a sorceress."

"Magu! I'm talking about something very seriously!" His face turned red and he stood up suddenly.

"Kramer! I know you're serious, but this doesn't make any sense."

"We all know that this is slander from the wizards, and it may even come from some unlucky guy in Ban Ade whose business was taken away by a witcher." "But so what? We are the strong ones and they are the weak ones. You can't take away their right to wail and scream." Magu also stood up and confronted Kramer.

"Alright, alright, it's just a small matter, sit down." Vesemir, who was sitting next to Arlin, said soothingly, "The Wolf School adheres to neutrality. As long as there are monsters in this world, we don't have to care about those gossips."

Vesemir seems to have a high reputation among the Wolf School witchers.

He only said two sentences, and Ma Gu shook his head and sat down indifferently.

Kramer's expression changed, and he returned to his seat unwillingly.

The feast continues.

Push the cup to change the cup.

Under everyone's urging, Magoo and Kramer drank a few glasses of wine and reconciled, chatting and laughing normally.

A moment later, the castle hall was as lively as if nothing had happened.

After another round of drinks, Vesemir estimated that it was getting late, so he let Arryn leave early.

Before walking out of the castle hall, Ailin suddenly thought of the witcher Leto who had left a few days ago.

Before he even passed the mountain test, he sat at the long table in the castle hall.

"I wonder what Laito will think when he learns about this?"

……

"We must completely obliterate that castle, sprinkle every inch of the ground with salt and saltpeter..."

After leaving the castle hall, these words kept echoing in Aelin's mind.

Most of the witchers of the Wolf School believed that "Freak, or a Description of a Witcher" was just the work of a weak, jealous, and wailing villain.

But Ailin knew that this was a declaration of war.

The force or forces that planned, wrote, and spread this book are issuing a declaration of war to the Wolf School and even all the Demon Hunter schools.

Some people may have realized the threat, but unfortunately most people did not take it seriously.

How can today's Wolf School demon hunters believe that the "person" who wrote the book actually did what he said?
"Salt and saltpeter will be spread all over this land..."

Aelin murmured.

Looking around, rows of torches stood on both sides of the avenue, illuminating the originally eerie castle.

The hustle and bustle of the castle hall, even in the corner of the ancient sea fortress, can make people feel the reluctance and love for life.

"I don't like this place," Aelin thought.

This place has brought him too much pain.

Green grass trials, mushroom soup dinners, the death pressure of mountain trials, bloody and violent monster attacks...

Whether mentally or physically, these are not things a normal person should endure.

"I don't want this place to be ruined by other people either."

Vesemir, Leto, Hughes, Bonte, Fred, even Vera and the Chief.

In just a few days, he remembered many names and was also remembered by many people.

After the mountain trial, he could certainly find a place to hide and keep to himself.

but.

Is he really willing to do that?

Are we really going to let this place burn down?

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