Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"Da~"

The sorceress suddenly stopped, turned back and looked at Ianna, squinting her eyes and warning:

"Don't do unnecessary things, Ianna..."

Ianna sighed: "Every child should have a mother and a father. This is the truth that existed before the lady existed."

"Vera, don't you feel awkward? Why are you running away..."

"I said, don't do unnecessary things!" The sorceress warned again.

Feeling the magic power in the air begin to vibrate, the terrifying pressure loomed on her shoulders.

Ianna looked at the beautiful appearance of the sorceress for hundreds of years and shook her head:

"When you disagree, is this the only solution you have?"

The sorceress didn't speak, but just stared at her eyes silently.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know!" Ianna waved her hand helplessly, "I won't tell him about your mother-son relationship..."

The pressure on her body disappeared instantly.

However, Ianna could feel that when she said the words mother and son, the chaotic magic power around her was obviously touched.

"That's too much, Vera!" Ianna sighed again and rubbed her shoulders with both hands.

Vera looked at the sanctuary with an expressionless face:

"Ianna, I've been very polite to you."

"I haven't settled the two accounts before the statue yet!"

The old lady raised her eyebrows playfully and sighed:

"Haven't we settled them yet?"

"I'm an old lady who's about to be buried, and I'm still being threatened and taught a lesson by people using chaos magic. I'll have nightmares again when I go back at night..."

The sorceress stared at Ianna's face, the crisscrossing ravines left by the years.

Recalling the clean and fair face that once was on this face.

Even though she knew that Ianna was just making excuses out of habit, she couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

"Ianna..." She sighed, and her expression as cold as ice quietly melted: "Why don't you want to use the potion?"

The slender jade hand with almost no pores touched the rough but warm face.

"Anti-aging elixir can restore your youth, and the green sigh can at least give you another ten years of life. There are other things..."

Ianna felt the cold body temperature covering her face, smelled the unique fragrance of orange mixed with cardamom, and was stunned for a moment.

Then she raised her right hand, touched the cold left hand on her face, closed her eyes and shook her head gently, interrupting Vera:

"Vera, I don't need those potions."

Feeling the left hand wrapped in warmth, Vera trembled instinctively and continued to persuade:

"Since the green sigh can work on you, it means that Ms. Melitari is acquiesced... at least she doesn't care about her priests extending her life, why..."

"Mother Vera..." Ianna stared at the sorceress and interrupted her persuasion softly.

The name she hadn't heard for a long time made Vera stunned.

"Aging naturally is the greatest blessing given to me by Ms. Melitari..."

Ianna opened her eyes that were usually narrowed, straightened her body, and looked at the sorceress seriously and firmly.

Vera was silent.

She looked at the familiar yet strange face with a complicated expression.

"Don't talk about this anymore," Ianna narrowed her eyes again, hunched her back slightly, and held Vera's hand with a smile, "We are both equally stubborn and can't convince each other..."

"We haven't seen each other for eleven years, let's talk about something happy!"

Ianna's eyes were kind and gentle.

But Vera could see that in her pupils, which were as clear as when she was young, there was no difference in firmness and persistence.

She was serious, and she was right.

Ianna was as stubborn as she was.

Otherwise, the two would not have not met for eleven years because of a quarrel, and neither party would have contacted each other during this period.

If it weren't for Ailin being disturbed by the evil god, perhaps...

Looking at Ianna's old age, wrinkles on her face, and the faint and almost imperceptible death.

Vera sighed in her heart and didn't plan to insist any longer.

Lowering her head, she began to think about what was worth sharing in the past eleven years.

But she found that most of the time in the past, she was struggling in the vortex of resentment, self-blame and escape...

The truly happy days were almost all in the less than half a year after Arlin passed the Green Grass Trial.

So.

Vera began to tell Ianna about Arlin's every bit after passing the Green Grass Trial.

From taking the Mirage Pearl she gave as collateral to learn alchemy, to creating the smelly "killer whale" that can prolong the underwater breathing of the demon hunter...

From the water ghost killer to hunting the Ice King and the Cyclops, to becoming the youngest demon hunter master...

From an ordinary demon hunter apprentice in the Wolf School, to persuading Soi to set up a demon hunting corps...

There are also heart essence, sword oil, magic potion, etc. made with unique alchemical techniques.

Although they were all about Arlin, Ianna squinted her eyes and listened beside her, and seemed to be fascinated.

She watched Vera's expression become more and more proud and satisfied, and she catered to him from time to time. The atmosphere between the two was very harmonious.

There was a garden around the sanctuary, and few people passed by at this time.

The two of them walked slowly, admiring the spring scenery in the garden, while talking about a demon hunter who was still carefully cleaning the sanctuary.

Vera had no reservations about Ianna, and they talked about everything.

She even spoke of the rescue of Thadia, the death of Haxor and the intersection of the spheres, and the capture of the wizard Ben Ard in Kaer Morhen.

There is also her worry about the future of the Wolf School and Aelin's future.

Ianna was not excited when she heard about these major events that affected all countries. She just listened quietly and said a few words of comfort from time to time.

It's like a normal mother and daughter talking about things they haven't seen for a long time.

that's all.

Two hours passed quickly.

"He is indeed the son of a miracle! The little guy is really capable of doing things!"

Yianna couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.

Vera looked at her angrily when she heard this, her message being clear: "How can a sister say such a thing?"

Ianna smiled mischievously and hugged Vera's arms.

"But it is indeed quite torturous..." Thinking of the two troublesome wizards in the dungeon of Guhai Fortress, Vera couldn't help but stroke her forehead.

Some headache.

"By the way, Francesca, Mary or Lysa, who do you like best?"

Ianna's clear eyes that were inconsistent with her old appearance turned around and asked curiously.

Vera scolded angrily:

"After talking about so many important things, you just ask me this?"

"in addition……"

"Don't you think highly of Lysa?"

"Just asking," Ianna shook her head gently, "And just because I like Lysa doesn't mean I have to restrain her because of it. She is free..."

"Always..."

Vera smiled when she heard this and said casually:

"As long as Aylin likes it, Soy is no longer a member of the Henrietta family. There is no title for Aylin to inherit..."

"But it shouldn't be possible Lysa."

"Although I like this girl very much, it's obvious that the two of them didn't get along for long..."

"So it's Mary?" Ianna asked tentatively.

Vera smiled and said nothing.

Yianna also smiled when she saw this and didn't ask any more questions.

At this time.

The two of them happened to circle around the garden again and returned to the starting point.

After walking past the pink and red flowers, and walking straight for a short while, you will reach the sanctuary.

The spring day gradually sets in the west.

Wrapped in a corridor of flowers, the pure white building in the distance was dyed with flowing red and gold by the sunset.

"It's great to be young!"

Yianna looked in the direction of the sanctuary and suddenly sighed inexplicably.

When Vera heard this, she turned her head and stared at the face that was getting older under the setting sun.

In a daze.

It seems like just yesterday that this girl, who was orphaned due to the war, was sent to the Meliteli Temple.

She urged again with some reluctance:

"Ianna, you can change your mind at any time."

"Thank you, Vera," Ianna shook her head, "But no need..."

After a pause, she looked at the sky again, smiled gently at the sad-looking sorceress, and said:

"It's almost time, call Aylin, let's go have dinner."

…

other side.

Aylin, who was cleaning the temple, had cleaned almost every place except the icon.

to be honest.

It is true that the Witcher, whose average attributes have exceeded fifty points, is overqualified to clean the house, but the Demon Hunter is not disgusted at all.

Not only because he is looking forward to getting rid of the curse of the evil god, he has been looking forward to using the blinking skills for a long time, asking for help from the goddess Meriteri.

More because.

When cleaning the temple, the concentration and tranquility seemed to gradually lift away the heavy feeling on my body.

Very comfortable.

It's like adding a focus buff.

So he cleaned, cleaned, and even became a little addicted, and his sense of time became much rougher.

Two hours flew by.

certainly.

Apart from this vague feeling of being relieved of a heavy burden, nothing strange happened this afternoon.

For example, the voice heard when facing the evil god with big eyes in the abandoned mine of Viscount Hudson.

There is also the imaginary black smoke of the evil god forced out of the body by the divine breath.

All afternoon, nothing happened.

This made Ailin feel a little empty.

Tell the truth.

He was quite curious about the origins of his miracle son and the Demon Hunting Notes.

Before I came here, I thought I might be able to ask the goddess here and find some answers, but I didn't expect that nothing unusual happened after an afternoon.

While relieved, I was somewhat disappointed.

Looking at the clean church, Aylin let out a sigh of satisfaction and thought:

"Cleaned this place in one afternoon..."

"I don't know if Ms. Vera and Aunt Ianna have any other arrangements for me in the next few days."

At this moment.

The witcher's ears suddenly twitched, and he stood up and looked towards the door.

"Dong dong dong~"

"Shashasha~"

The sound of footsteps came one after another.

The witcher recognized the footsteps of the sorceress and the high priest.

Not a few seconds passed.

Yianna and Vera walked in from the door one after the other.

At this time.

Aelin noticed something strange.

Although Ianna was still smiling as before, Vera seemed to be in a bad mood.

Was it a quarrel?

The witcher guessed in his mind.

"Not bad, not bad," Ianna looked at the church carefully and praised with squinted eyes, "A good attentive boy, Ms. Meritelli must like you very much!"

Aelin smiled.

It's possible...

After all, the goddess had saved his life from the big-eyed evil god and had talked to him.

Thinking of this, he took out the goddess Meliteli amulet from his chest and handed it to Ianna:

"Aunt Ianna, do you think this amulet can be repaired?"

Ianna took the amulet, took a look at it, and shook her head:

"This kind of amulet is disposable and can't be repaired. I can give you another one."

Ailin took the scarred silver amulet with regret and said:

"Don't bother, Aunt Ianna."

"I have this one!"

Then he hung it around his neck.

Although he certainly didn't need this after seven days of removing the evil god's curse.

But Ailin still had deep feelings for this amulet that saved his life and witnessed him opening many double-yolked eggs.

Ianna looked at Aylin's actions, and the lines on her face smiled even deeper:

"Good boy, what's the trouble?"

"But it's getting late now, let's go eat first, your companions should be waiting for us!"

Aylin was indeed a little hungry.

He nodded, put down the rag in his hand, and followed Ianna and Vera to the door.

...

Just walked out of the sanctuary.

"Chi--"

A harsh noise suddenly sounded.

The next second.

Aylin's body suddenly sank down, as if falling into the deep sea, and there was darkness in front of his eyes.

In a daze.

A sight with a strong sense of presence was staring at him from behind, forcing him to "look" back in the chaotic consciousness.

At this moment.

"Bold!"

There was an explosion from all directions in the consciousness space.

Countless incandescent lights followed closely, dispelling the darkness.

"Chi--"

After a miserable cry.

The demon hunter opened his eyes surrounded by the fragrance of orange and cardamom.

At this moment, he was lying in Vera's arms.

"What's wrong, Ianna?" Vera asked anxiously, "What happened?"

"Don't worry."

A strange, ethereal, god-like voice sounded.

Aylin looked in the direction of the voice.

A pair of eyes emitting milky white holy light were staring at him.

From behind those eyes, he seemed to see three blurry figures.

But the next second.

It seemed to notice that Ianna woke up.

The white light disappeared.

Ianna's pure gray eyes were still as kind as usual, as if what Ianna saw was just his illusion.

Then the demon hunter felt his hand being clenched.

A steady stream of warmth flowed from the palm of his hand and spread to his whole body.

The only little discomfort that Ilin had left was now completely cleared.

"It's okay, it's okay..." the old man coaxed softly, "The bad guys are all driven away! All driven away!"

Ianna's tone of coaxing a child made Ailin a little nervous.

"I'm fine..."

Ailin wanted to stand up.

But Vera and Ianna pressed him to the ground again. After checking for a long time, they helped him up.

"What's going on?"

The sorceress frowned and looked at Ianna.

In the past, when removing the evil god's gaze, there was no such link.

"Nothing," Ianna shook her head gently, "It's just a bad guy struggling to death..."