Chapter 9: Ailin is a good boy

The moment the cold essence slid into his esophagus, Ailin was pleasantly surprised to find that the abnormality in his muscles was significantly alleviated.

A heat current, even warmer than the last time it was used, quickly spreads from the stomach to the whole body.

In a trance, Ailin felt like he was soaking in a slightly hot spring, so comfortable that he almost made a sound.

After the warm current disappeared from the body, the pain and numbness in the muscles also disappeared directly.

Heart Extract can also promote the absorption of "lunch"!

Ailin, who was troubled by the strange mushroom soup, almost cried out in surprise.

During these ten days, the apprentices' daily schedule was to attend classes in the morning and absorb potions in the afternoon and evening.

If there was enough essence, Ailin could free up at least two-thirds of the time.

Open the character panel.

【属性：力量5.5（+0.2），敏捷5.6（+0.2），体质6.2（+0.6），感知7.9（+0.7），神秘3.5（+0.2）】

The overall attributes were also directly increased by 1.9.

It was almost double what Ailin had estimated.

"I suddenly like water ghosts." Ailin sighed in his heart.

Take a deep breath and slowly calm down your excitement.

After the sudden increase in attributes, the demon hunter's senses become extremely sensitive.

Ailin, who gradually calmed down, captured a lot of information in the dormitory.

The sweat from the pain, the continuous panting from the pain, the low roar from deep in the throat...

The wooden bed board creaked and shattered against the cold, hard wall.

Except for him, everyone in the dormitory was suffering.

Thinking that the other apprentices were all children under the age of 13, the joy of the harvest instantly diminished a lot.

A thought suddenly came to my mind.

Want to share the essence with them?

Ailin sighed and silently apologized in his heart.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

He is not yet qualified to help the world.

At least not now.

……

It's late autumn.

The traveling demon hunters are returning one after another. They want to get back to Kaer Morhen to spend the winter before the snow blocks the mountain.

From the moment the first witcher returns to Kaer Morhen, a bonfire will be lit on the two-person-high fireplace in the castle's great hall.

The lively banquet lasts from morning till night and will continue forever.

Until the spring equinox arrives, the ice and snow melt.

After saying goodbye to his apprentices, Vesemir came to the castle hall.

As soon as I entered the door, the hot air mixed with the noisy voices hit me in the face.

More than twenty demon hunters sat around the dining table, bragging to each other about what they had seen and heard in the past year.

Vesemir found a random seat and took the beer glass handed to him by his companion, taking a big sip.

"Ha~"

Let out a sigh of enjoyment.

Vesemir turned his head to look at his companion who was handing him the wine, and casually started a conversation:

"Danti, I heard that our king has declared war on the long-eared people again."

Dante just returned to Kaer Morhen today. The demon hunters on their way back always deliberately collect some intelligence.

"Declare war? It's just looting at best." Demon Hunter Dante shook his head, took a bite of bread, and continued, "Besides, your information is outdated. The war involving less than a hundred people ended two months ago."

"I have been training apprentices this year and have not left Kaer Morhen. It was Leto who told me the news of the declaration of war."

Vesemir shrugged and asked:

"Tell me what you know in detail?"

"What?" Dante asked curiously, "Is your old lover in the long ears?"

Vesemir's face darkened. "Just tell me what I'm asking you! Don't talk about other things."

Dante smacked his lips in regret as he didn't get any gossip.

"War, war, when has there been no war?"

"The nobles blew their horns, and the peasants ran forward with their sticks raised."

"The melee is over, only the king and the ghouls will be fed."

"No, no, no. A ghoul might be able to fill my stomach, but a glutton might not." Leto walked over with a wine jug.

"Big Eater" is the "elegant nickname" of King Haxor of Kaedwen among the people.

"maybe."

Dante filled his glass and said thoughtfully: "Haxel's behavior is very strange. He said he declared war on the long ears, but the excuse he made was that the elves stole his jewelry."

“An excuse?” Vesemir asked curiously. “You don’t think it’s true?”

Dante nodded and continued to explain:

"Whoever stole the jewelry should be wanted directly."

"Don't you think it's weird to declare war on a race in this way?"

"And on the way back to Kaer Morhen, I met the king's guards. They seemed to be looking for someone."

Leto asked tentatively, "Are you sure it's Haxor's personal guards? Don't they never leave the royal court?"

"I can't mistake the black unicorn cloak with a yellow background." Dante continued, "Also, I saw three wizards in the team."

Hearing this, Vesemir and Leto looked at each other.

Laito said, "That's indeed strange, but since they were looking for someone, didn't they ask you for help?"

The most important part for a demon hunter to hunt monsters is to find traces of monsters based on the scarce and incomplete clues.

Footprints, bloodstains, smells, as long as there are clues, they cannot escape the witcher's keen senses.

In the long run, every demon hunter is a natural detective.

"Not only did they not ask for it, but they seemed to be avoiding me on purpose." Dante scratched his head in annoyance, "I always feel that something is wrong here, but I just can't figure it out."

Seeing that Dante was depressed because of the topic he casually brought up, Vesemir comforted him with some guilt:

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it."

"After all, this is a conflict between the elves and the King of Kaedwen, and has nothing to do with our Wolf School."

“We are neutral.”

Dante nodded and took a sip of wine.

However, his furrowed brows easily showed that he had not let go of this issue.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat tense, Laito raised his glass and said:

"Don't talk about politics while you're eating."

"Let's change to something more interesting."

Vesemir nodded in agreement, then noticed Leto's playful smile.

His heart skipped a beat, and Vesemir felt that things were not simple.

"What interesting thing?" Dante asked curiously.

"Vesemir lost his Elsa to an apprentice." Even with Vesemir's mastery, he still failed to shut Leto up.

Dante asked hesitantly, "Elsa? The silver sword worth more than 10,000 orens?"

"17325 Oren. Yes, that's the sword you were thinking of."

"What! Vesemir, is this true?"

Dante was so surprised that he shouted out.

The loud voice attracts attention even in a noisy hall.

At the dining table, the attention of the other demon hunters was drawn.

At this moment, Vesemir's face was as black as charcoal in the fireplace.

As if he had expected something, Vesemir did not respond. Instead, he raised the glass high and covered his eyes.

"Hahaha, it's absolutely true. Let me tell you..." After laughing, Leto told the story that happened in the morning.

There were also a few demon hunters who had witnessed the incident with their own eyes, and they were happily checking for any omissions.

With the ups and downs of the plot.

The demon hunters who were a little further away also pricked up their ears and slowly stopped talking.

Soon, Laito's voice was the only one left in the hall.

“…That’s roughly the situation.”

Leto finished his story with some exaggeration and took a sip of beer to moisten his throat.

The silence at the table lasted only a few seconds before boiling over like boiling water.

Among the demon hunters, some admired the apprentice's strength, some confirmed the price of the silver sword, and some made fun of Vesemir in a friendly way...

Of course, there are also people who are interested in the Demon Hunter's Eye.

It was a pity that none of the witchers at the table were interested in visiting the library, so naturally no one could answer.

"Although I don't know what the Demon Hunter's Eye is, it seems that your loss is not unfair." Dante patted Vesemir's shoulder and comforted him.

Vesemir sighed, as if he had figured something out, and drank the beer in the glass in one gulp.

After wiping the wine foam off his beard, Vesemir thought for a moment and nodded in agreement:

"Skilled in swordsmanship, intelligent, and able to remain calm and rational when frustrated."

"Alin is a good boy!"

"I really deserved the loss."

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