Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

To the east...

Vesemir looked in the direction they came from with a complicated expression.

The Wild Hunt is a well-known omen, a harbinger of disaster—especially war.

Whether in Nilfgaard in the north or in the south, this legend is well known.

Some people even worshiped them in the name of the god of war, hoping to avoid the disasters of war and swords.

So... war...

Although Vesemir's view was obscured by wooden houses and wild forests, he knew that there was both Aedirn and Kaedwen.

There, the haze of war has enveloped the earth.

Vesemir wasn't even sure.

At this time, the border of Kaedwen has begun a trial and friction involving blood and fire.

"Could it be... is there really a Wild Hunt in this world? Is there really such a monster that feeds on war?"

Vesemir murmured in ecstasy.

If it weren't for the power of that blue light, he would have seen it with his own eyes.

It was impossible for him to believe that the legend of the Wild Hunt, used to scare children, actually existed.

"Don't even monster experts like the Master Demon Hunter believe that the Wild Hunt exists in this world?"

Ernesto smiled bitterly.

However, even if he was denied three times and four times, he was not angry, nor did he stubbornly insist on the facts he had seen with his own eyes.

It is more like studying a research topic called Wild Hunt, accepting all external information dialectically, objectively and curiously.

Only then did Vesemir realize the impolite negation in his murmur, smiled apologetically and said:

"Sorry, I'm not doubting your words...it's just..."

He paused and then explained:

"It's just that from the moment I became a demon hunter to now, decades have passed, and I have never seen the Wild Hunt..."

"Some of the commissions I have accepted in the past that seemed to be related to the Wild Hunt always turned out to be either the conspiracy of the nobles or the imagination of the client..."

"Most of the other demon hunters of the Wolf School, including the chief, are like this..."

Ernesto nodded in understanding and said with emotion:

"Yes, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes today, who would really believe that the ghost of war galloping in the sky really exists?"

"but……"

Ernesto's words changed.

"But is there a school of witchers that was founded just to defeat the Wild Hunt?"

Vesemir frowned, looked at Ernesto seriously, and said:

"You know quite a lot."

Ernesto squinted his eyes and smiled: "After all, I am the master tutor of the Department of Mystery at Fort Bull College..."

Although Vesemir is a bit strange.

However, he had some affection for Professor Niu Bao, who was kind and not stubborn.

And the relevant information is not a secret that cannot be disclosed.

then.

After thinking for a few seconds, he said:

"You're talking about the Viper School."

"They are far away in Nilfgaard, and they usually only operate in Nilfgaard..."

"But the information you got is correct."

"The founder of the Viper School, Grand Master Ivar Evil Eye, has indeed always claimed..."

"His evil eye can constantly see scenes of the Wild Hunting Ghost Riders plundering, killing and conquering..."

"but……"

Vesemil paused and said:

"Grand Master Ivar Evil Eye is a demon hunter created in the early days of the Demon Hunter Order."

"We have always felt that his evil eye and knowledge of the Wild Hunt are just illusions caused by mutations..."

"Now it seems that this may not be an illusion, right?" Ernesto smiled and adjusted his glasses.

Vesemir was silent.

At this time.

Ernesto suddenly took a step forward with a slightly fanatical tone:

"Master Vesemir, I have a request..."

Vesemir frowned, looked at him, and said nothing.

He had a vague feeling.

The reason why Ernesto spoke to him was for the next request.

Ernesto continued:

"I know that the master witcher is respected by various witcher schools, so..."

"Could you please write a letter of recommendation for me?"

"When this journey is over, I plan to go to the Viper School Castle in Nilfgaard, hoping to meet Grand Master Ivar Evil Eye and borrow their research on the Wild Hunt..."

"The Wild Hunt has appeared, but the noble rulers and the people know nothing about it. This is very dangerous!"

"It is the duty of the Cowburg scholars to warn them and nip them in the bud..."

Ernesto's tone suddenly became fanatical, which made people feel uncomfortable.

However, Vesemir thought for a moment, but could not find a reason to refuse.

Ernesto is just an ordinary person and does not pose much of a threat to the demon hunters.

And based on his understanding of the rumors about Ivar Evil Eye.

The Grand Master of the Viper School who has devoted his life to searching for and eradicating the Wild Hunt may be hoping for someone to spread the word about the threat of the Wild Hunt.

therefore.

Vesemir nodded and said:

"Can."

At this time, Vesemir had not yet discovered that he no longer doubted the existence of the Wild Hunt.

Seeing Vesemir agree, Ernesto was overjoyed:

"Then let's go quickly. Blackbeard's tavern should have pen and paper, right?"

He looked at the dwarf John Kramer.

"Of course!" The dwarf rolled his eyes, blew his beard, and emphasized angrily, "Human, you can find everything you want in Blackbeard's tavern..."

Seeing Ernesto travel light and in a hurry, Vesemir couldn't help asking:

"Where are your companions? Don't you need to bring anything?"

Ernesto smiled and shook his head, patted the leather bag on his body, and said:

"No, I only have these things on me."

"I came with the caravan, and I'll get on the ship tomorrow at a good time."

"Okay, let's go." Vesemir nodded.

But he didn't take a few steps.

He suddenly realized that since just now, Aylin had not spoken, looking at the eastern sky and wondering what he was thinking.

"What's wrong, Aylin?" Vesemir asked with his head tilted.

"Nothing..." The young demon hunter looked up and subconsciously glanced at the dwarf and Ernesto, shook his head, and asked:

"Are we going back to the tavern now?"

Seeing that Aylin was unwilling to answer, Vesemir didn't ask any more questions, nodded slightly, and walked towards the tavern.

Unconsciously.

The young demon hunter fell behind.

He listened to the voices of the demon hunter, the innkeeper, and the professor of mysticism who were still discussing the identity of the Wild Hunt, and tilted his head to look deeply at the clear blue sky on the east side.

"Go east..."

"Now that the Ancient Blood has not yet appeared in the world, these Alder people are going east. What are they looking for?"

"Is it really because there will be a war there?"

Alin shook his head.

He had a strong premonition in his heart.

They came for the intersection of the Gate of Ard Ges and the Celestial Sphere.

The Wild Hunt...

Came for him!

...

Finding that the Wild Hunt had completely left, the frightened crowd gradually appeared on the street.

The iceberg-like ice clusters had begun to melt, but the temperature around the tavern was even colder.

Perhaps as Ernesto said, the Alder people Ain Aiel released powerful magic without any purpose.

It was just because the trading market was the largest and most conspicuous building.

It was the most conspicuous "ant nest" in the floating port.

Therefore.

In the port that was not deliberately targeted, there were not many casualties.

Even because of the nature of the building, most of the people staying in the trading market at this point are merchants from other places.

So outside the ice cluster, there is only a mother and daughter crying.

Most of the other people in the big circle are people who come to watch the fun.

Of course, there are also people with angry faces, who are shouting loudly because of property losses.

There are also a few people with suppressed joyful smiles on their faces, probably the boss or the partners who share the money died inside.

There are many joys and sorrows in life.

Vesemir was chatting with the dwarf and Ernesto. When he passed by the ice cluster, he seemed to be noticed by the young mother who was crying on the ice cluster.

She hugged the little girl and ran towards Vesemir.

While running, she shouted:

"Monster Hunter! Monster Hunter!"

So.

Under the gaze of everyone, Vesemir had to stop:

"I am Vesemir of the Wolf School, ma'am, what's the matter?"

"Wow--"

The rapid running seemed to hurt the little girl.

As soon as the beautiful woman stopped, the little girl burst into tears.

The woman had no choice but to nod to the witcher master with swollen eyes, wiped her tears, patted the girl's back and comforted her for several times.

When the girl stopped crying, she looked up at Vesemir with tears on her makeup:

"Sorry..."

"It's okay..." Vesemir shook his head, "Does this lady want to ask me for anything?"

There was pity in his expression.

He actually guessed what the woman might want to say, and he also knew that he was probably powerless to do anything about it.

The woman took a deep breath and said dignifiedly:

"Master Vesemir, I have heard of the Wolf School. The witchers there are all morally noble and professional experts in hunting demons..."

"Don't compliment us, just get to the point!" Vesemir sighed and interrupted.

The woman was stunned for a moment.

Noticing the expression of the witcher master, her heart skipped a beat.

But when she thought of her husband's frightened and hideous face in the ice cluster, her eyes turned red. She took a deep breath, held her daughter's soft little hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master Vesemir."

"My husband, the father of my child, is dead..."

"I am willing to pay any price, just ask you to kill the monster who killed Jamie and help us avenge!"

The words were not finished yet.

The woman's face was gnashing with teeth, and tears flowed straight from the corners of her eyes.

"Pah~Pah~"

It hit the ground.

"Wow——"

The girl saw her mother crying and started crying too.

The woman could only wipe her eyes again and leaned over to comfort her.

Before leaning over, she did not forget to squeeze out an apologetic smile to Vesemir in a flattering manner, and her posture was low to the dust.

But from her stiff expression and elegant posture, it can be seen.

She must be well protected by her family at ordinary times.

Maybe.

This is the first time she has shown a flattering smile to outsiders.

Unfortunately...

Vesemir sighed in his heart and said with difficulty:

"Sorry, ma'am."

The woman's face changed drastically, and she grabbed Vesemir's leather armor and shouted:

"Five thousand orens, Master Vesemir, I am willing to pay five thousand orens."

"It's not a matter of money." Vesemir sighed again and explained patiently:

"That group... Wild Hunt flew eastwards, and our destination is Elland, so the directions are not the same."

"Besides..."

"I have never dealt with creatures like Wild Hunt, and I don't know their habits and weaknesses..."

After a pause, Vesemir shook his head:

"I can't even think of how to find these monsters flying in the sky..."

"So..."

"Sorry, I really can't do anything."

The woman was desperate after hearing this.

She was well educated since childhood, and she was not the kind of woman who would only make trouble. She could understand that what Vesemir said was true.

Vesemir sighed and shook his head. After looking at Arlin, the dwarf and Ernesto, he turned and walked towards the tavern.

The crowd gathered in a circle to watch the excitement and avoided them.

However, merchants are a group that often encounters demon hunters and is often rescued by demon hunters.

So they didn't say anything gossipy.

Just lamenting that natural disasters are unpredictable, a family was destroyed just like that.

Just as Vesemir and others walked out of the crowd...

"Plop~"

A heavy object fell to the ground.

"Wow——"

Amid the girl's crying, the woman fell to the ground and fainted.

...

Ten minutes later.

Finally.

Vesemir still couldn't stand by and watch.

In order to avoid gossip, he asked the young Arlin to carry the unconscious woman back to the tavern.

As soon as he returned to the Blackbeard Tavern, Mary happened to walk out from the back of the hall.

"Arlin!"

Seeing that Arlin was safe and sound, she ran over with a smile on her face.

When Vesemir in front of Arlin stepped aside, revealing the woman held by the young witcher princess, Mary frowned and stopped instantly.

"Who is she?"

Arlin paused and said:

"A poor person..."

For a long time.

After handing the woman and her child to Blackbeard's waitress, several people sat at a table.

They looked at each other.

Even Ernesto, who had been the most talkative, didn't know what to say at this time.

When suffering is generalized, it is just a number.

But once it becomes specific, especially when it is specific to someone around you, it is particularly uncomfortable.

"Can we really do nothing?"

Mary broke the silence.

After knowing the woman's experience, Mary felt ashamed of her previous actions.

Although the thought only passed through Mary's mind, the woman did not know.

However, out of some complex compensatory psychology, Mary now especially wants to find a way to help her and kill the Wild Hunt who almost killed Arryn.

"Little girl, that's the Wild Hunt. Do you know what the Wild Hunt is?"

The dwarf didn't know Mary's identity yet, sitting on the chair and glancing at her.

Mary's mouth suddenly swelled up with anger.

Vesemir quickly poked Blackbeard with his elbow and shouted:

"Nonsense!"

"Mary is the apprentice of Lady Vera, the Bloody Red Fox, and a talented sorceress. How could she not know?"

Sorceresses are not easy to offend.

It is their nature to bear grudges.

Although Mary looks very gentle now, what about in the future?

Blackbeard was his best friend, so he couldn't offend such a talented sorceress for no reason.

Blackbeard paused.

He knew Vesemir meant well, but the dwarf's stubborn nature and his desire to save face made him unable to apologize.

Fortunately, someone changed the subject at this time.

"Maybe..."

"About the Wild Hunt..."

"It's not that we can't do anything..."