Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

How could it not hurt?

Anyone who hears such a loud impact will experience phantom pain...

The witcher thought.

However, he did not expose the little monster. Instead, he sighed softly, stretched out his right hand and rubbed the little monster's head, saying:

"Okay, okay, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."

With Mary's help, it took a while to calm down the little monster.

The demon hunter looked at the black cloth that was still twitching, thought for a while, stood up and asked Vera to ask:

"Lady Vera, could you please send Yennefer back to Kaer Morhen? This place is too..."

"I...I don't want to leave..." the little monster interrupted in a low voice.

Not wanting to leave does not mean not leaving...

The little monster still has some sense of proportion.

But before the witcher could offer any words of advice, Vera suddenly spoke:

"If you don't want to leave, then there's no need to leave."

Um?

Aylin and Mary looked at Vera with her lips raised almost at the same time, and were stunned.

"Ms. Vera..." the two said in unison.

"Don't worry, I will take her with me tonight and send her back to Kaer Morhen if there is any danger..." the sorceress said softly.

This seems to be the first time Vera has rejected Aylin's request.

But after all, it was the sorceress who cast the portal spell, and the witcher had no way of forcing it.

What's more, protected by the bloody red fox, the little monster may be the safest person in the entire Elland during tonight's May Day carnival...

So Aylin listened to the little monster's nervous and rapid breathing. After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded and agreed.

Seeing that several people had made up their minds, Mary turned her head and looked out the window.

The setting sun.

The lush vegetation outside the window was covered with a layer of gold.

"Then..." Mary turned back, her big eyes rolled around, and after gently placing the little monster on the ground, she urged with excitement and expectation in her eyes, "It's getting late, let's set off now. ?”

"Although the May Day carnival parade takes place after dark, it is said that in the afternoon, there are stalls selling various gadgets in the city..."

"There are also many bards and magicians who take this opportunity to perform on the street..."

The witcher shook his head helplessly: "Mary, we are not..."

"I know... I know..." Mary walked over quickly, took his arm, and pretended to be serious, "We accepted the goddess's revelation. In order to protect the people of Elland who are in danger, I just attended the May Day carnival..."

Do you really know?

The witcher looked down at Mary, who looked serious, but the little hand that was eager to hold his arm expressed a different emotion, and couldn't help but sigh.

Mary, who felt Aylin's complicated gaze, stuck out her tongue:

"Goddess Meriteri didn't say that she can't enjoy herself before saving Elland, right?"

"We have done everything we can. We just need to bring everything we need to bring at night..."

When the demon hunter heard this, he looked at Mary's big watery eyes and couldn't help but feel soft in his heart when he thought of her hard work refining ghost oil in recent days.

Mary has never cared about money, and following Vera, a rich man, even if the family has no money, there is definitely no shortage of money.

Moreover, when he asked Mary to refine the ghost oil, the old Duke had not yet made a bid...

So naturally the demon hunter knew who the boring refining was for.

"Go...go..."

At this time Vera also spoke, she advised:

“Whether Cinco de Mayo will be a surprise is still unknown.”

"Besides, both Mason and Ianna are well prepared."

"Is it possible that this huge Elland, with so many knights and priests, still lacks a fourteen-year-old demon hunter like you?"

"and……"

The sorceress paused, lowered her eyebrows, and pursed her thin lips:

"And it's been such a long time since I've seen you having fun and relaxing..."

"This doesn't look like a fourteen-year-old child!"

When the witcher heard this, he could not refute.

yes.

There are so many people in Elland, and extraordinary beings like Vera and Ianna are here.

He's a bit nosy.

"I understand." The witcher nodded and looked at Mary, "Then let's set off now!"

"Wow~"

When Mary heard this, she almost jumped with joy.

"I want to go too..." the little monster said weakly.

"No, you don't want to..." Before Aylin and Mary could say anything, Vera glanced at her indifferently and interrupted, "You come with me..."

The little monster was immediately frightened and shrank back. His little hands grasped the black cloth tightly and he did not dare to say anything.

Aylin glanced at Vera and subconsciously tilted her head, just in time to meet Mary's eyes.

The next second.

The two of them looked away in tacit agreement.

Mary lowered her head unconsciously, her cheeks turning slightly red.

Vera, who was watching this scene, raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said softly:

"There's nothing to prepare, so let's go now."

"Wait a minute," Aylin suddenly remembered something, "I made an appointment with Master Vesemir..."

"I'll inform him," Vera interrupted, "Is there anything else?"

"No more..." Aylin shook his head helplessly.

Then after taking a look at Mary, they walked out the door one after another.

"Pa~"

A snap of fingers.

As soon as Ailin walked out of the alchemy room, he heard something smashing behind him.

He quickly turned around and grabbed it.

"Ding Ding~"

The witcher looked over at the sound of metal knocking.

It was a purse with a gold-lined border.

"There are some small coins in it, so you don't have to exchange them." Vera said with a smile.

Is it so well prepared... Erin was stunned for a few seconds.

Was it prepared a long time ago?

But he didn't have many small coins here.

After separating from Hughes, Bont, and Frey, and Mary joining the team, Vesemir has always been responsible for the daily expenses of the three.

So the witcher didn't refuse, thanked him, and put it in his arms.

Then.

The two left the alchemy room with Vera's blessing of "have fun" and the little monster's "sad" eyes.

...

On the other side.

When Arthur, the captain of the Royal Guard, drove the cloaked cart back to the military camp in the castle, hundreds of soldiers wearing black iron armor had already lined up in the empty training ground.

"Gulu Gulu~"

The truck hadn't stopped yet, and three soldiers wearing black iron helmets with red long feathers, who looked like officers, trotted over.

When they got closer, the truck stopped.

The man standing in the middle of the three took off his helmet, revealing a rough face with a beard.

He looked at Arthur who got off the truck and asked:

"Is it the sword oil that Lord Mason said has arrived?"

Arthur nodded.

Then without saying much, he directed his men to move down the half-man-high box and open it.

The neatly arranged glass bottles sparkled in the sun.

"Pah~"

Arthur waved his hand and slapped away the bearded officer's hand that was carelessly reaching for the box.

"Sir Sarah, five hundred soldiers of the Demon Hunters, here are five hundred bottles of ghost oil, please inspect them."

"Lord Mason specially asked you to train the skills of applying oil a few days ago, so I won't say much about the method of use."

The bearded officer Sarah rubbed his hands and complained:

"We are all old friends and old comrades, can't you be gentler?"

Seeing that Arthur didn't say a word, he didn't care.

The Demon Hunters themselves were born out of Duke Mason's guards, and they were not established long ago, only five years ago.

That is, it was established after the last rebel force of the Falgar Rebellion was eliminated, and Elland suffered many casualties due to war and plague, resulting in demons rampant.

It's not that the old duke didn't entrust professional demon hunters to deal with these monsters.

But Elland itself is far away from Kaer Morhen of the Wolf School, Kaer Siren of the Griffin School, and Heinkaveh of the Bear School, and demon hunters basically have the habit of returning to the school to spend the severe winter.

So often after the demon hunters left, there would always be small groups of demons harassing and attacking the villages around Elland.

It just so happened that the war had temporarily subsided.

Therefore, Duke Mason selected a group of people from the soldiers with the most combat experience who followed him and formed a special army specifically targeting scattered and weak demons - the Demon Hunters.

Therefore.

These officers, and even most of the soldiers in the Demon Hunters, actually came from the Guards.

He and Arthur had a life-and-death friendship on the battlefield. Although they had not met many times in recent years due to their respective military affairs, they must have been much more casual in their daily lives.

Bearded officer Sarah looked at his expressionless and silent old comrade-in-arms and added another sentence in his heart.

At least that's what he thought in his heart.

After a few seconds, Arthur still stared at him without saying a word.

"Okay," Sarah scratched his head helplessly, and didn't really count the bottles, "Sir Arthur, these ghost oils, our Demon Hunters have received them."

"Can I touch it now?"

Arthur stretched out his right hand and gestured for it.

"Ding Ding~"

Sara took out a bottle of ghost oil from the box and shook it in front of her eyes:

"Is this ghost oil really as powerful as Lord Mason said a few days ago?"

"What do you mean you can kill a ghost with three swords? Just rely on this?"

Sara opened the bottle stopper with a suspicious tone and sniffed it, which scared a young knight brought by Arthur and quickly stopped him:

"Sir Sarah, this is for applying on the sword, not for drinking!"

"I know!" Sara waved her hand, put the stopper back in, and then said:

"Although I don't know much, but You also know that potions are not the specialty of demon hunters, right? "

"First of all, it's not ghosts," Arthur said expressionlessly, "the demons targeted by ghost oil are all ghost creatures, such as demons, banshees, plague demons..."

"In addition, three swords kill a demon, which is based on Master Ailin's strength..."

"It's hard to find a lone demon, so we haven't tried it."

"So you have to at least double this number."

Never tried...

Sara was stunned for a moment and stopped shaking the bottle.

After two seconds, she looked at Arthur with a serious face:

"You dare to take something you haven't tried to the Demon Hunter Army?"

"Brothers are all risking their lives to kill those demons. Do you know how many reinforcements we have added in the past six months?"

Sara's tone became more and more severe, and her eyes were wide open.

However, before Arthur could speak, The young knight beside him quickly added:

"Sir Sarah, although we haven't tried the ghost oil, we have tried Master Ailin's other ghoul oil, and the effect is very good!"

The other middle-aged knight who was moving the boxes with the young knight also nodded and raised a finger to the bearded knight with a calm expression:

"One sword!"

"What do you mean by one sword?" Sarah was stunned.

"Bang~"

The middle-aged knight slapped the scabbard of the long sword at his waist.

"Steel sword, cut off the head of the ghoul with one sword," he paused, raised his head proudly, "I cut it!"

"Huh?" Sarah opened her mouth wide, looked at the middle-aged knight in shock, and looked at the long sword at his waist.

Ghouls are the most common monsters that their demon hunting army has dealt with.

Those dogs who like to gather in groups will appear in groups every now and then at the battlefield ruins.

They are fast, numerous, and treacherous, which is really difficult to deal with.

Their demon hunting army often loses soldiers and generals with silver weapons forged by Mahakam dwarves.

The steel swords of the guards can't even break their skin...

Wait...

Have the guards suffered casualties recently?

"Dead." Arthur ignored the resentful eyes of the middle-aged knight and interrupted Sarah's thoughts expressionlessly.

"Captain..." The middle-aged knight complained.

"You will mislead them if you say that," Arthur shook his head and continued, "It's what happened on the day when the high priest of the goddess Meliteli was invited to go out of the city to arrange the exorcism ceremony."

On the day of the exorcism ceremony... Sarah frowned when she heard this, and glanced at the demon hunter officer who suddenly lowered his head and avoided his sight.

"Those ghouls were killed by Master Ailin..."

After a pause, Arthur added:

"Thirty-three ghouls, and a large monster giant ghoul, Master Ailin himself was not injured at all."

"But the ghoul bio-oil does enhance the power of weapons. Even if it is a living ghoul, as long as it can be cut, the steel sword only needs one sword."

"Hiss——"

The three demon hunter officers, including Sarah, took a breath at the same time.

Looking at each other.

At this time.

Even Sarah, who was still questioning angrily just now, had nothing to say at this time.

It's impossible that the demon hunter master who can kill so many monsters alone without injury would cheat them just to sell hundreds of bottles of fake medicine.

Besides, there is already a sample of the corpse-eating biological oil.

This sounds like a potion from the same series.

That's right.

Duke Mason is such a great man, how could he be deceived...

"And..." Arthur said, "Originally, we were given the ghost oil just in case."

"We are going to patrol and protect the people who are parading and revelling, not to hunt demons."

"That's right..." Sarah scratched her head embarrassedly.

And they were originally equipped with silver blade weapons, which was always an extra layer of insurance than the brothers of the Guards.

"There is really no need to worry," the middle-aged knight of the Guards laughed twice, "Do you know who Master Ailin's alchemy mentor is?"

"Who is it?"

"The bloody red fox-Vera!"

The three officers of the Demon Hunting Army were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then they looked back carefully for a long time.

Then they widened their eyes at the same time, and no longer had any doubts about the efficacy of the ghost oil.

The sky was getting darker.

It was almost time for the Demon Hunting Army to patrol.

So the few people didn't talk any more.

The Royal Guards had been patrolling for a long time. Arthur and the other two said goodbye, left the potion and the truck and went out.

Sarah began to arrange for the soldiers to receive the potion.

From beginning to end, neither the officers of the Demon Hunting Army nor the Royal Guards mentioned it...

An accident that was worth the Duke Mason and High Priest Ianna spending so much money to deal with...

Can ordinary people like them really deal with it with a bottle of sword oil?

The soldiers under their command, including themselves...

After tonight, how many of them can survive?