Chapter 93 Wolf Griffin Cat

"If you ask me, this is all a conspiracy of the warlock!" said the master witcher with a black beard hatefully.

"uh-huh!"

White, who had gray hair, coughed lightly and reminded:
"Aristo! It's a wizard's conspiracy!"

The burly man named Aristo glanced at Vera carefully, and when he saw that she had no reaction, he continued:

"Yes, yes, this is all a conspiracy by the wizard."

"They must be engaged in a palace conspiracy and are offering slander to the king."

"Ever since White was excluded from the court by the wizards as a monster advisor, the relationship between the next two kings of Kaedwen and the school has gradually become distant."

White was called upon, nodded slightly, and continued the conversation in agreement, saying:
"It is indeed possible. The Ban Ade wizards expressed their hostility towards the school a long time ago."

"Our guys are more outstanding and have taken away a lot of their work, so the real enemies of the Wolf School may only be those wizards."

"and……"

White, with gray hair, tilted his head slightly, glanced at the expressionless chief, and said:

"Besides, predictions are not necessarily accurate."

"We all know that the prophets usually speak in a vague and ambiguous way."

The other Demon Hunter Masters also nodded.

The king's dissatisfaction and the envoy's spying were just speculations and were not made public.

Their sense of crisis almost all came from the chief's prophetic dream of unknown origin.

The witcher masters believed the Chief, but not the man who made the prophecy.

"Chief, is it possible that it is because we know this prophecy and firmly believe in it?"

"That's why we completely fell out with the king and the wizards, and eventually fell into ruin."

“If we had adhered to the principle of neutrality, perhaps none of this would have happened.”

Vesemir tapped the table and took a step further.

If the prophecy had not been made by the Chief, he would have even thought that the prophecy was a conspiracy against the Wolf School.

Let them lose their composure, show hostility, and finally offend both the king and the wizards.

"Perhaps the king really just forgot to write in advance."

"This is simply a notice for an apprenticeship competition. Big Eater really likes to hold this kind of competition."

It is logically coherent, consistent with facts, and most importantly, more easily accepted by the people present.

After hearing this, the demon hunter masters all breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement.

Even Ailin began to feel uncertain and even doubtful.

after all,

He has no prophetic powers.

The occurrence of the Battle of Kaer Morhen was just something he speculated based on the background stories in the game and novels, combined with the suspicious behavior of the wizard.

But even the prophecies of the Ancient Ones can be changed.

What if this war would not have happened originally, but because of Ailin's words, a butterfly effect occurred, triggering hostility between several forces.

that……

That's really fucked up.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

The chief tapped the dark wooden table with the knuckle of his index finger, interrupting the noise.

"That's all for today's meeting."

"Whether the prophetic dream is accurate or not, it also does not mean that there is any malicious guidance."

"At least the king is indeed dissatisfied with us because of the elves, and this is against the principles of the school and cannot be compromised."

"so……"

After a pause, he leaned forward, his silver vertical pupils shrank, and a strong aura instantly pressed on everyone's bodies.

"Be on your guard, witcher."

“We are walking on the precipice.”

The demon hunter masters looked solemn and said in a sonorous and powerful voice:
"Yes, chief!"

The chief nodded, then looked at Ailin and said:

"Alin, notify Hughes, Bonte, and Fred and ask them if they are willing to participate in the fighting competition between the two schools." "If they are willing, each of them will receive 100 orens, plus the school's standard silver sword and cotton armor."

"After winning, the school will have even more generous rewards."

Ailin nodded, then hesitated and said:

"Can I also participate in this competition?"

The chief was stunned for a moment and fell silent.

The witcher masters who had already stood up from their seats looked at each other.

Ayling's achievements sometimes make people ignore his age.

Even though they were also witcher masters and geniuses of the Wolf School, they knew that they could not compare to Ayrin in terms of talent.

"Do you want to join?" The sorceress came over.

Aelin nodded.

"Then join. The letters to other schools and nobles haven't been sent out yet."

The sorceress said, tilting her head to look at the Chief.

For Ailin, the title of Demon Hunter Master only has some effect within the school.

Outside of Kaer Morhen, who would give a large commission worthy of a witcher master to a child of thirteen or fourteen?

Instead, it will draw the attention of potential enemies to the genius of the Wolf School.

After thinking for a moment, the chief nodded in agreement.

Upon seeing this, the demon hunter masters all had strange smiles on their faces.

Dante put his arm around Vesemir's shoulders and said with a smile:
"Hahaha, Vesemir, I got double the gift money."

"It seems that the drinks at next year's banquet can be replaced with Dong Zhi Dong."

"It's not that exaggerated, but at least it can be replaced with Duke of Toussaint's wine." White, who was in charge of finances, corrected with a smile.

The bright sunshine came in through the window, and the floating dust in the air danced along with the hearty laughter.

Cheerful and joyful.

It seemed that everyone had forgotten about the danger of the school's demise.

……

It was nearly dusk.

After the meeting, the witcher masters chatted for a while and then left one after another.

Ailin and the sorceress agreed to use the alchemy room after dinner and walked out of the meeting room.

After a while.

The noise faded away, and the space surrounded by the cold stone walls became silent.

"Do you believe the prophecy that Ailin made before?" The chief spoke, breaking the silence.

"He didn't have to lie, did he?"

The sorceress had a glass of wine in her hand without knowing when. After taking a sip, she continued:
"But what those demon hunters said is also true."

"The big eater may just be slightly dissatisfied now, but it has not yet developed to the point of a fight to the death."

"If you react violently and with hostility, it might cause him to take extreme actions."

The chief nodded, sighed, tapped the table lightly with his index finger, and lowered his head to think.

The setting sun shone with golden-red light on the side of his face, casting a thick shadow on the other half of his face where his brows were furrowed.

The sorceress looked at him deeply, and asked in a rare thoughtful tone:

"Soy, are you really not going to consider Haxo's proposal?"

"after all……"

"You have nothing to do with the elves. No matter how far back you go, it was a sorcerer like Alzu who created you."

The chief looked up, shook his head slightly, and said firmly:

"Vera!"

"You know this is impossible."

"Wolves may not be as noble as griffins, but they will never become pet cats."

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