Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

Mary is here, who else can he give it to?

Aelin rolled his eyes inwardly and ignored Vesemir.

"He" was only fourteen years old, and Mary was only fifteen.

It would be too early to give them a red line at this time.

It wasn't that he disliked Mary.

It's just that as a normal person who is over thirty years old in two lifetimes and has a healthy mind, even though the body is only fourteen years old, he attacks a girl who is only fifteen years old.

It's a little too perverted.

Moreover, the dark clouds shrouding Guhai Fortress have not dispersed yet, and strong winds will blow again at some unknown time.

It's too early for him to have a relationship with his children.

Why not... wait a few more years?

therefore.

After he closed the wooden box, he handed it to Mary with rosy cheeks:

"Mary, here are two bottles."

"One bottle for you, and one bottle for me to bring to Ms. Vera..."

The expression on Mary's face at first was that she was a little embarrassed to answer.

After hearing that he still had a mentor, he naturally took the wooden box.

However, it was obvious that she was a little disappointed on her pretty face.

"Ai Lin... Ai Lin... you..."

Vesemir looked a little worried.

Judging from Mary's expression based on his experience, it was obvious that this was a matter of mutual consent.

This situation makes the witcher really uncomfortable.

How could a witcher not be able to read a woman's heart?

Shouldn't this be a witcher's talent?

After he, the mentor, completed the trial, he followed the chief to the first city after leaving Kaer Morhen, and he caught up with the first woman he fell in love with.

And Aylin...

Vesemir sighed.

This is all fed into the mouth...

Why is there still vomiting?

What a disgrace to this unlucky boy!

However, Ai Lin has already arranged the ownership of the two bottles of perfume.

He didn't dare to take food from Ms. Vera.

Thinking of this, Vesemir glared at Aylin hatefully, and began to think about how to help Aylin regain consciousness.

How could his disciple of Vesemir be like a piece of wood?

…

The spring equinox in April is warm, with the refreshing fragrance of flowers caressing people's faces, so comfortable that they make people drowsy.

It is still some distance away from Vengerberg.

Vesemir didn't seem to want to talk to Aelin anymore. He walked at the front of the team, frowning.

Mary fell at the end of the team, her head lowered, swaying left and right with the maroon mare, not knowing what she was thinking.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Aylin thought about dealing with the reward for defeating the Great Griffin.

The heart essence of the Great Griffin may cause some obvious irritation and is not suitable for use at this time.

But the treasure chests can still be opened.

After holding the amulet of the goddess Meriteri according to the old rules, she prayed casually.

【bite! The treasure chest of the Great Griffin*4 is opened]

white……

Followed by a ray of white light was a dazzling golden light...

Aylin was relieved when he saw the gold-quality treasure chest.

This big gryphon is not easy to fight.

It took two master witchers and a promising sorceress to just barely kill it.

I don’t know when it will be until the next time I want to hunt one.

Moreover, the great griffon is so hard to find, as it is usually hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.

Aylin didn't even intend to deliberately complete the hunting mission of the Great Griffin because of this, even though he only needed to hunt five Great Griffins to complete "Hunting Mission: Great Griffin I".

If there were four white quality experience beads, he would really be at a huge loss!

fortunately.

Goddess Melitelli has always been reliable.

When a gold came out of the box, Ailin was completely relieved. He could accept it no matter whether it was purple, blue or white.

But he didn't expect that two golden lights flashed in succession.

Three yolk eggs!

Four treasure chests yielded three gold!

What kind of luck is this?

"Fuck!"

Aelin shouted out his native language on the horse, causing Vesemir and Mary to look at him at the same time.

"What's wrong, Aelin?"

Vesemir looked around warily and found that everything was as usual.

Even because of the appearance of the Master Vulture, there were only three of them on the avenue visible to the naked eye.

"Wo...what does noisy mean?"

The awkward words made him, Vesemir, frown.

Mary also looked at him curiously.

Aylin was stared at by the two people, smiled awkwardly, and said:

"It's not interesting..."

After a pause, seeing that Vesemir and Mary wanted to ask again, he said:

"I seem to have come up with a new potion formula..."

"What?" When Mary heard this, she looked around blankly.

Green grass, beautiful wild flowers, gentle wind...

The scenery is pleasant.

But is there anything unique here that could inspire potions?

wrong……

Potions is a rigorous subject.

Can you figure this out without looking up the medicinal properties of various materials and past formulas?

Although Mary knew in the past that Aylin was a genius and could come up with all kinds of strange recipes, this was the first time she saw what it was like when he found inspiration.

This kind of creative method where inspiration pops up as soon as you hit the forehead...

Is it really... possible?

Vesemir didn't think too much. He just felt that Aelin was a bit too productive as an alchemist.

Of course, his attention also shifted away from Aylin's otherworldly modal particles.

Aylin breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"I'm not sure if it's useful yet. I'll give it another try when I get to Vengerberg."

Vesemir and Mary looked at each other and nodded.

After a few perfunctory words from Aelin, Vesemir and Mary thought he might still be in a "moment of inspiration" and stopped disturbing him.

then.

With a thought, Aylin opened the Demon Hunting Notes again.

【bite! Obtained: Experience Beads*5, "Mixed Beast Oil" Sword Oil Formula*1, Great Griffin Mutation Inducer*1, "Great Griffin Decoction" Magic Potion Formula*1]

"Huh~"

"Fortunately, it's sword oil and decoction..."

Aelin let out a sigh of relief.

Because of the sudden situation, the cutscene of the golden treasure chest was directly skipped by him.

However, the cutscenes for the sword oil formula, mutation inducer, and decoction formula are all just animations.

Unlike "Ritual: Flesh Giant", it has rich hidden meanings, so if you skip it, just skip it.

"Tsk tsk~"

Looking at the three shining golden patterns in the system prompts, a strong sense of satisfaction almost overflowed from my heart.

Whether the golden-quality formula props are useful or not is another matter.

Just this huge sense of accomplishment is very satisfying.

No wonder those money-making games from that time have changed a few layers of skin, but people still buy them.

After sighing a few words in his mind, Aylin thought and brought up the inventory.

[Name: Mixed Animal Oil]

[Type: sword oil formula]

[Refining requirements: Alchemy LV1]

[Recipe: dog oil*1, white zinnia petals*4]

[Function: Apply to weapons to enhance damage to hybrid beasts]

[Note: Is there something wrong with the order? How can anyone not prepare a mixture of animal oil before dealing with the big griffon? 】

Unlike potions and bombs, sword oil has always been affordable and highly effective.

Aylin knew the market.

One part of dog fat counts four parts of white zinnia petals, not even one oren is needed.

Most hybrid beasts are relatively high-level monsters.

Although Aylin has not used it yet, even judging from the effect of ghoul oil on swamp witches, it can be said that it is quite affordable to deal with high-level monsters at a low price.

Keep looking down.

[Name: Great Griffin Mutation Inducer]

[Type: mutation inducer]

[Function: Split once a week, with a probability of obtaining the Great Griffin Mutation Inducer and the Weak Red/Green Mutation Inducer]

[Note: You can understand this as a kind of cell division. 】

See the Great Griffon's mutagen.

Aylin suddenly remembered the swamp witch mutation inducer and turned it up.

The probability of obtaining mutagenic substances is really low.

Until last week when I left Ben Ard, I had split eleven times and never got the Swamp Witch's mutation inducer once.

All are weak red/green mutagens.

At first, Aylin would take a look at it every week. As time went by, he only looked at it once every few weeks when he remembered it.

"Eh~"

His eyes shifted to the side of the Swamp Witch's mutation inducer, and there was a very similar mutation inducer there.

It actually split apart!

Four blessings!

Ailin felt happy.

[Name: Swamp Witch Mutation Inducer]

[Type: mutation inducer]

[Function: Main ingredient of swamp witch decoction. 】

[Note: No more splitting! 】

All right……

If it can't be divided, then it can't be done. If it can be divided into one, it's already pretty good.

"When we wait for Vengerburg, we will make the swamp witch's decoction first, and then find a chance to try it and see the effect." Aylin thought to himself.

but……

A primitive mutagenic substance would definitely not be enough to supply his daily decoction.

Thinking like this, Aylin then looked down.

[Name: Great Griffin Decoction Formula]

[Type: Magic Potion Formula]

[Refining requirements: Alchemy LV5 (conditions not met)]

[Recipe: Dwarf Spirits*1, Great Griffin Mutation Inducer*1, Longleaf Plantain*1, Dandelion*1]

[Function: If there is still magic power, consume all magic power to launch a powerful attack. After the normal damage of a powerful attack is settled, 5% of the hit enemy’s health will be deducted]

[Note: You asked me how 5% of health is deducted? Actually, I'm also very curious about this issue. Why don't you give it a try? 】

take off!

Aelin was ecstatic when he saw the function of the great griffon in decoction.

The percentage deducts 5% of the enemy's life, and it is deducted after the damage is settled once.

Ailin couldn't even imagine how strong he would be after drinking the decoction of the Great Griffin.

Theoretically, even if it were a giant dragon, he only needed to cut twenty swords.

"I don't know if the damage deducted by percentage will be counted as the damage I caused by the demon hunter..."

"If you calculate it, if you lose 5% of your health at once, wouldn't you be able to complete the demon hunting progress at once?"

Aylin thought about it.

It's a pity...

Although he can't wait to refine the decoction now.

But if your alchemy level is not satisfied, you can still upgrade.

It is impossible to determine when the mutagenic substance of the Great Griffin will mutate.

This is not something he is anxious to wait for to work.

"Let's put it aside for now..."

Aelin sighed.

"Help--"

Aylin had just finished sorting out his harvest when his keen sense as a demon hunter suddenly heard a man's cry for help coming from in front of the group of people.

He raised his head and met Vesemir's eyes: "Go and take a look?"

Vesemir nodded solemnly:

"Protect Mary!"

Then the three of them clamped their legs on the horse's belly and sped up.

Probably less than fifty meters.

After turning a winding bend, a small river appeared in everyone's sight.

There is a wide stone bridge over the creek.

A poorly dressed man wearing a patched jacket, a notched straw hat, and a fish basket hanging from his waist was leaning against the stone bridge with his back...

While shouting for help, he waved his pitchfork to drive away and attack the two water ghosts.

I saw it was just a water ghost.

Aelin and Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously.

"Are you coming? I'm coming?"

Vesemir tilted his head and asked.

"I'll do it!" Aylin stepped on the stirrup and turned around to dismount.

After all, Vesemir was his traveling mentor, so the old man didn't need to do the dirty work of killing two water ghosts.

"Help! Help! You two adults, please help me! I am willing to pay!"

The man who looked like a fisherman noticed Aylin and the others, and his eyes suddenly shone and he shouted loudly.

Just this excitement suddenly ruined things.

The moment his attention was distracted, the pitchfork he was waving failed to swing away one of the water ghosts in time.

As a result, the two water ghosts pressed forward and knocked the pitchfork away.

"Quaa!"

The strange blue ferocious face quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

In the bloody mouth, unknown bright red meat shreds were stuck to the yellow teeth.

"ah--"

The fisherman screamed in horror, and his lower body suddenly felt hot unconsciously.

Just when the water ghost's claws had grabbed his arm and his ugly face was less than two punches away...

The water ghost... suddenly stopped moving.

The next moment.

"Tsk!"

The heads and bodies of the two water ghosts were separated.

Dark red blood spurted out from the fracture, soaking his entire body.

The fisherman was so frightened that he stood there for a long time.

It wasn't until Vesemir and Mary came over with their horses that they came back to their senses.

He looked at the two men in front of him who were carrying double swords.

Two pairs of eyes, one blue and one yellow, have cat-like vertical pupils.

Cold, ruthless, cruel and terrifying...

He couldn't help but trembled all over again, and the warmth flowed down from the top of his thigh again.

He used the money from the ugly guy at home to help people wash clothes and buy wine. He had heard of such characteristics in the pub...

Although they all wield long swords, they are not those kind-hearted knights...

They are the legendary witchers!

Even more monster than monster, a freak rejected by the gods - the witcher!

Seeing the two demon hunters with strangely wide-eyed eyes, they suddenly looked at him and frowned.

The fisherman was so frightened that he suffered a cardiorespiratory arrest and said quickly:

"Thank you... two great... adults for saving... saving me..."

"But I...but I...have no money...nothing to give in return..."

"But you just said you were willing to pay." Vesemir frowned.

"I...I..." The fisherman was speechless.

If he had known that it was the demon hunter who saved him and not the benevolent knight, he wouldn't have dared to lie...

But he really didn't have a penny left on him.

The few coins I grabbed before going out in the morning were all used to buy wine...

what to do……

what to do……

Will he be killed? Will he be tortured by these demons?

Sudden.

An idea flashed through my brain, which was so frightened that I was dazed.

He remembered that a few days ago, the braggart in the tavern said...

"If you don't have money to pay, you can only use your children to pay off your debts... That's called... Yi... Yi..."

"right!"

"The law of accident!"