Chapter 90 You are very good!
"Come on, Aylin!"

"Come over and have a drink with us!"

As soon as they entered the castle hall, the witcher who had been drinking with Ailin last night invited him to join the noon carnival.

Ailin smiled and shook his head, and after a few polite words, he politely declined the invitation of several witchers to a banquet.

He still had to go to the alchemy room in the afternoon. Although normal alcohol would hardly make him drunk, it would be obviously impolite to meet the sorceress in a drunken state.

Picking up a piece of white bread from the long table, Ailin drew the dagger from his waist and cut the freshly baked, steaming, soft bread into two.

Then he walked to the campfire, cut a few pieces of warm, oily meat, and sandwiched them between two slices of bread.

"Click~"

Take one bite.

The white bread is sweet and soft, paired with the crispy, fruity roast meat.

Carbohydrates, fats, and proteins.

Just this one bite whetted the hungry Ailin's appetite, and he finished a large piece of bread in just a few bites.

Leaving aside the black wild boars in the Blue Mountains, just one piece of white bread of this quality would cost at least two orens.

1 Oren can be exchanged for 100 copper coins.

Two copper coins could buy a large basket of black bread, which was the staple food for normal civilians.

"The Wolf School is really rich!"

Ailin wiped the oil off his mouth and couldn't help but sigh.

This all-night drinking and feasting would last at least a month.

Soft bread, black wild boar and expensive wine, Elsa almost eats ten handfuls in this month.

"How did Vesemir in the game endure the disparity after the destruction of his school?"

Ailin shook his head, finding it hard to imagine.

After pouring himself a glass of wine to moisten his throat, Ailin prepared to leave.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the door.

"Have you finished your lunch, Aelin?"

Ailin turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

Vesemir, wearing dark red wolf-faction cotton armor, walked towards him with a smile.

Ailin felt a little guilty.

Just when I thought about Vesemir's miserable state, Vesemir appeared in front of me.

So, he nodded repeatedly and said, "I've finished eating, what's the matter?"

"Come with me when you're done eating!"

"I forgot to tell you yesterday that the annual meeting of the Wolf School Demon Hunter Master will be held on the second day of the High Mountain Trial."

As soon as Vesemir finished speaking, the bustling hall of the main castle suddenly became quiet.

Why would the Demon Hunter Master's routine meeting be related to Ailin, a demon hunter who had just passed the mountain trial?

This question popped up in the minds of dozens of demon hunters present at the same time, and they asked and answered themselves at the same time.

Because Ailin... is also a master demon hunter!
Even though it was anticipated yesterday, when this scene really happened in front of everyone, no witcher could continue to feast without caring or being heartless.

after all.

That's the Demon Hunter Master!
That is the lifelong pursuit of many demon hunters.

The sudden silence in the atmosphere made Vesemir realize something.

He glanced at the silent and stunned demon hunters, said nothing more, and left with Ailin.

"Squeak~"

The wooden hinges of the wooden door screamed plaintively.

A pair of demon hunter master and apprentice left the main castle hall in silence.

for a long time.

The silence was broken by a sigh:
"Is this wine... a little sour?"

……

The meeting place of the witcher master is on the top floor of the main castle.

Because the stairs in the hall were being repaired, Vesemir took Arryn up through another small door outside the main castle.

along the way.

Vesemir briefly introduced the witcher masters attending the meeting.

Before today, there were eight Demon Hunter Masters in the Wolf School, including the Chief.

All the witcher masters of the Wolf School arrived at the Slayer Lake in advance yesterday morning. Unlike ordinary witchers, although most of them will return to Kaer Morhen after winter, there are still a few who travel outside every year.

When winter comes, all Demon Hunter Masters must return to the Ancient Sea Fortress.

In contrast, the masters' commissions for the second year were often placed in the previous year, most of which were commissions from nobles or town managers.

Then plan your route when winter comes, and travel all the way there in spring.

It is simple and convenient, and the compensation given by the employer is generous and quick.

Ordinary demon hunters can only look for commissions in one city after another.

Not only is it troublesome, there is also a high risk of being hacked and defrauded of rewards.

"Squeak~"

Vesemir pushed open the wooden door, and Arryn followed behind Vesemir and looked into the room.

Ailin had been to the chief's residence once before the trial, so he was not unfamiliar with it.

But that time, in order to warn against the threat from the wizard Ban Ade, he stood outside the door and did not go in.

Dim lights and gray stone walls are standard features of a castle.

Even in the daytime, there was a chill in the air.

The chief's residence has no decorations. As soon as you enter the door, there is a long corridor with heads of various large monsters hanging on both sides.

Some of these monsters Ailin had seen in games in his previous life, but most of them he had not.

For example, the dragon.

The head was pressed above the door at the end of the passage, as if glaring at anyone who entered.

The giant dragon's skull is completely red and full of bony protrusions, like an abyss demon wearing a copper mask.

The scales faintly gleamed with metallic fire.

The red vertical pupils were covered with a layer of white film, but it did not diminish the majesty of the real dragon at all.

Even though they were far away, the mighty dragon still frightened Ailin so much that he could hardly move.

According to the legend on the witcher's wine table, this dragon has been dead for at least two hundred years.

It is hard to imagine how powerful this creature would be when it was alive.

What is even more unimaginable is the unfathomable strength of the dragon slayer.

"Da~da~da~"

He staggered forward a few steps.

Sweat broke out on Ailin's forehead before he finally walked to the heavy iron door.

He tilted his head to glance at Vesemir.

Vesemir was as relaxed as if this was just an ordinary graystone passage in the castle.

This caused Ailin to disappear quietly because of the expansion of hunting two large monsters with a trick.

"Come and walk around here more often if you have time. It will be very beneficial to your future."

Vesemir looked at his apprentice with satisfaction and gave instructions.

Not all demon hunters can "break through" this passage.

At least those who were frightened pale by the pressure from the Ice King and Old Spearhead yesterday will definitely not be able to do so.

Under the dragon's might, Ailin nodded with difficulty.

At Vesemir's signal, he straightened his posture and pushed open the door.

"Long——"

A long black wooden table with a capacity of twelve people and made of unknown material came into Ailin's sight along with the roar of the iron door moving.

Candlelight flickers.

Seven pairs of strange vertical pupils of various colors, reflecting a dangerous and wild luster, looked at Ailin who pushed open the iron gate.

In an instant,
He smelled a very strong smell of rust.

Various monsters howled and screamed.

In a trance, Ailin seemed to hear the roars of Old Spearhead and the Water Ghost King.

When I came back to my senses, an old and heavy voice sounded from the front.

"Master Ailin!"

"You, very good!"

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