Chapter 80 Genius Ailin?

“Chachachachachachacha”

Ailin walked down the mountain path on the soft snow.

Within sight.

The Killer Lake was rippling with blue waves, and the riverside was shaded by trees, with no human figures in sight.

But he knew that there were people waiting for him there, looking forward to his safe return.

then.

Ailin took a deep breath, lifted the old spearhead's hair, and involuntarily quickened his pace.

"Om~"

Suddenly, Ailin's chest began to tremble.

He instinctively entered the magical vision of the wolf emblem.

A flash of white light appeared in the sky not far away.

At the same time, he felt an uncomfortable feeling of being spied on, which made his scalp tingle, as if he was being targeted by something.

Someone was watching him with magic props.

"The Wolf School actually has this kind of magic item."

After exiting the magic vision, Ailin muttered to himself and continued to move forward.

This is the territory of the Wolf School, so the only ones spying on him could be the Wolf School's Demon Hunter.

“Chachachachachachacha”

The sound of snow being trampled.

The green waves of Killer Lake slowly magnified in his eyes.

Before I could see the figure hidden among the trees, the badge on my chest vibrated again.

A gentle force suddenly appeared behind him and pushed him forward.

Although he could resist this force by simply shaking his body, Ailin gave it a little thought before letting it pull him over.

The scenery beside me blurred into various shades of white.

After about two or three seconds, everything returned to normal.

All that was left before Ailin's eyes was the gray mist of snow falling down.

Although I couldn't see where I was, my keen sense of smell conveyed the freshness of the lake water.

"I've reached Slayer Lake," Aelin thought.

"It's just this power..."

He was recalling the swift movement of magical power just now, and the snow mist in front of him was suddenly dispersed by a gust of air.

A thin figure rushed over and hugged him tightly.

moment.

The aroma of orange mixed with cardamom hits you in the face.

"It's Ms. Vera." Ailin understood instantly.

Hot tears flowed down the skin of my neck and into my leather armor, coupled with the warm embrace in my arms.

Ailin was stunned for a moment and subconsciously folded his arms.

When he realized what was happening, he felt warm at heart, knowing that the sorceress was worried about his safety.

Whether this excessive worry stems from a preference for infertility or relief that the investment product is safe.

It's a good feeling to be cared about.

He gently patted the sorceress's thin back and whispered softly:

"Ms. Vera, I'm back as promised!"

The figure in his arms froze when he heard that.

"Crack~"

A snap of the fingers.

Ailin only felt his chest tremble, and the sorceress in his arms withdrew her hands.

She stepped back and looked at Aelin.

Aelin was looking at her too.

There was nothing unusual about the familiar delicate makeup. If it weren't for the lingering warmth on the skin, he would have thought that the hot tears just now were an illusion.

"Alin, welcome back."

After looking at him carefully for a few seconds, the sorceress's pretty face relaxed, and she smiled and stepped aside.

The snow and fog had long since dissipated, and Arryn saw Vesemir, whose face was filled with relief.

"Alin, congratulations on becoming a real demon hunter!"

Before the newly promoted demon hunter could reply with thanks, he suddenly saw a figure that surprised him.

"Leto?"

“Why are you here too?”

Ailin thought that if he wanted to see him again, he would have to wait until at least next winter.

Upon hearing this, Leto looked at the gentle sorceress, his body trembled for no apparent reason, and he laughed dryly:
"Well...Ms. Vera happened to meet me in Ad Kale and brought me back..."

Then, he changed the subject: "Also, congratulations on becoming a real demon hunter!"

"It looks like I'll be able to see you at the long table in the castle hall tonight."

You don't look like you just brought it back along the way... Ailin complained silently in his heart.

Since the sorceress was right next to him, he didn't ask any further questions.

At this moment.

A voice suddenly came from behind.

"You... your name is Ailin, right? What are these two things behind you..."

The gray-haired old demon hunter hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and asked.

The other demon hunters also turned their attention behind him.

They had been curious since Leto noticed what Arlin was carrying.

The keen sense of demon hunters allowed them to tell that this was a part of the monster's body.

However, because of the snow and fog when Ailin was pulled over by magic, everything behind him was covered.

The sorceress who had just lost her temper suddenly rushed forward again, making it difficult for them to ask questions, so they had to wait until now.

"It's the heads of the Ice King and Old Spearhead!"

Ailin pulled out the dagger he used to process the materials and cut off the old spearhead's hair.

"嚓~"

Two heavy monster heads instantly sank into the snow.

Everyone's eyes fell to the ground.

In an instant, the lakeside of Killer Lake was silent.

The demon hunter master Dante's eyes were fixed on the ground, not daring to turn his head, as if as soon as he turned his head, the two things on the ground would suddenly disappear.

One eye, gray skin, and that iconic long hair.

It’s the old spearhead, for sure.

Aside from some damage to the skin and flesh, the Ice King's head features were exactly the same as the one he had seen before.

But how could the Ice King appear in the mountain trial?

Shouldn't such large monsters have their own territory?
In an instant, a large number of questions emerged, and Dante didn't know where to start.

Most of the other demon hunter masters are the same as Dante.

Some of them had just returned to Kaer Morhen and didn't even know what kind of monster the Ice King was. They were whispering to each other.

"Alin, can you tell us how you did it?"

The chief came over and spoke to break the chaos.

Ailin nodded and said according to the story he had prepared long ago:
"After Xius and the others left, I planned to get rid of Old Spearhead and find a chance to enter the cave..."

"Who knew that when they were escaping, the ground suddenly shook, and the Ice King suddenly emerged from Old Spearhead's cave..."

……

After about half an hour, the story was over.

Ailin simply separated himself from the appearance of the Water Ghost King and attributed the appearance of the monster to a sudden accident.

All other aspects were told according to the principle of nine truths and one lie, roughly describing the conflict between the Water Ghost King and Old Spearhead and how Ailin benefited from it.

The sorceress was the only one here who had the ability to tell truth from falsehood, but she was on Arryn's side.

So when he told the story, he didn't feel guilty at all.

His self-righteous attitude made several witcher masters look at each other in bewilderment.

The biggest loophole in the story is actually the appearance of the Water Ghost King.

But it did happen.

The head of the Water Ghost King was lying at everyone's feet.

Could it be that Ailin could control the intersection of the celestial spheres and summon the Water Ghost King from another world?

Compared to this possibility, everyone would rather believe that Ailin was too unlucky or too lucky and happened to encounter the intersection of the celestial spheres.

It happened twice in a row.

Another thing that everyone is concerned about is...

"Can you demonstrate the ice spear spell to us?" Leto asked curiously after listening to the story.

Ailin nodded when he heard this.

He had expected it.

Moreover, it is impossible to conceal such a thing, as he will eventually have to use the skills obtained from the treasure chest.

Moreover, he had performed very well in the Dharma and Seal classes in the past.

Therefore, instead of using it secretly, it is better to use his genius to make the demon hunters believe in his talent.

then.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Ailin chanted a mysterious spell.

“Quack, quack, quack…”

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