Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

"Big griffin? What big griffin?" Kurt frowned.

Joel raised his head excitedly, he felt that he had found a ray of hope: "The people deployed in the village saw that the two mercenaries... no... the direction where the demon hunters left, a big griffin flew up from the forest..."

"Wait!" Kurt stood up from his seat and interrupted: "You said you saw the big griffin?"

"Yes, Lord Kurt. Many people saw it. The location is in the forest not far from the village." Joel swallowed his saliva and organized his words, "Those people must be demon hunters, there is no mistake, they are going to deal with the big lion..."

"What color are the horses ridden by the two demon hunters?" Kurt interrupted Joel's nagging defense again.

"What color is the horse?" Joel's expression froze.

What kind of strange question is this?

They searched the village early today and hid in the inn and other villagers' houses. They did not see the scene of the big griffin falling.

He and Kahn looked at each other, pondered for a while, and then hesitantly said:

"It seems...it seems to be two black horses..."

"Are you sure?"

Yol and Kahn looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why the focus changed from the witcher hunting the great griffin to the unrelated horse's coat color.

But they were really not sure, after all, they were eager to pay attention to the people on the horses at that time. It was dusk, and black horses, brown horses, gray horses...these colors were still difficult to distinguish and remember in just a few seconds.

Kahn asked carefully: "I...I'll go down and ask? Our people are in the village..."

"Go!" Kurt ordered loudly.

Kahn hurriedly trotted out of the room, leaving Yoel alone in the low-pressure atmosphere, feeling a little restless.

Especially when he noticed that Kuhn's expression changed quickly and was very complicated. In addition to anger, there was also astonishment, expectation, and even some meaning of escaping death.

The flickering dim candlelight cast a shadow on his face, which was very scary.

If he wasn't the one who made this living, he wouldn't be sure of the emotions he read from Kuhn's face.

It's just the color of two horses, is it so important?

Joel was curious.

It would take a while for Kahn to call for help. The silence in the room made his heart beat faster. He hesitated for a second and asked carefully:

"Lord Ku... Lord Kut, is the color of the horse important?"

"Important?" Kut looked up and laughed angrily, "It concerns your life, my future, and even the future of the entire Aedirn..."

"Do you think it's important?"

"Ah?" Joel opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, Kut shook his head and said nothing more, pacing anxiously in the room.

The air was sultry on a summer night, and the flickering shadows of people under the candlelight made people even more anxious.

Deep down, he didn't believe that Demawi II's delusion would come true.

It had been nearly a month since the Great Griffin attacked Vengerburg. During this month, he checked countless records and files on hunting Great Griffins.

Six hundred years, a total of 473 great griffins, none of which were tamed.

But compared to the fact that he was exiled to the front line, the king had to give up hatred and dignity to seek peace, and Kaedwen would inevitably take revenge after he recovered, he could only pray that the goddess of fate would show him a little mercy at this moment, just a little.

After pacing on the soft carpet for two more circles, Kurt suddenly remembered something and asked:

"By the way, why did the nine people suddenly become two people? Have you checked this matter?"

Yol immediately came back to his senses and said seriously: "The innkeeper said that yesterday afternoon, two people came - a man and a woman - to invite them to Wengerburg, and these seven young people have not notified the other two demon hunters..."

"Huh?" Kurt stopped and frowned, "Seven sword-equipped mercenaries entered Wengerburg at this time? Haven't notified their companions yet?"

"Yes." Yoel came closer and whispered, "There must be something wrong here, and there are traces of large-scale battles on the road from the village to Wengerburg. After checking, there are strong spells..."

Before he finished speaking, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

"Black horse... black horse... Lord Kuhn, it's two black horses." Kahn ran in breathlessly.

"Are you sure?" Kurt immediately stepped forward, his eyes shining, and confirmed again.

"Confirmed!" Kahn nodded vigorously, "Nearly half of the people confirmed that it was a black horse. When entering the village, the two demon hunters led the horses slowly in. They couldn't have made a mistake."

"Very good!" Kurt excitedly knocked his right fist on his palm and walked out quickly.

But after a few steps, he suddenly stopped again. After pacing a few steps, he muttered: "Wait until tomorrow, or report tomorrow. I hope the big griffin will not come tomorrow... No... That beast will definitely not come tomorrow..."

It was like this for a long time.

Kurt suddenly remembered the traces of the battle.

He turned to look at the two people standing trembling, and told Joel: "Find out the source of the spell traces as soon as possible. I want to know who dares to be so presumptuous at this time?"

"Yes, Lord Kurt!" Joel quickly agreed.

"Don't make any mistakes this time, understand?"

Kuhn's tone was flat, but Kahn and Joel shuddered at the same time under his cold warning eyes, and promised solemnly.

"That won't happen!"

"Alright," Kuhn waved his hand, "Go search now."

Kahn and Joel bowed and walked out the door, but after a few steps they heard Kuhn's voice again.

"Also, please remind me that this matter cannot be leaked out without my order!"

"Yes, Lord Kuhn."

The two left and the door was gently closed.

After Kuhn walked around the room a few more times, he walked to the window.

Outside the window, the sky is full of stars, twinkling and surrounded by the crescent moon.

"Witcher...Witcher..."

"An inconspicuous marginal character on the stage can one day influence the overall situation..." Kuhn sighed softly.

——

Temple of Meritele.

The familiar black carriage stopped in front of the stone icon. The fire light in the braziers on both sides of the door was soft, illuminating a rickety shadow on crutches.

"Is that the old Duke?" Aylin recognized this figure from a distance, but he was a little unsure.

Compared with more than a month ago, the old Duke's tall and straight figure looked much older.

"Da da da~"

Hearing the footsteps, the figure with his back to the stone statue immediately turned around: "Ianna, there is news about the Wolf School... Um... behind you is... um! Aylin? Why are you here?"

The serious look on the old Duke's face collapsed suddenly when he saw Aylin behind Ianna from a distance, leaving only shock... no... maybe it should be said to be surprise.

Aylin smiled and took two steps closer, about to say hello.

Yianna suddenly slowed down, quietly squeezed his left hand with the hand behind her back, and spoke before him:

"Don't say that our Meriteli Temple doesn't care about Elland anymore. Although the matter of the Wolf School has not been resolved yet, I helped you call Aelin over."

The old Duke opened his mouth, but before he could speak.

Yianna cut off his words again, pulled Ailin in front of her, and praised:

"That knighthood of yours is really not for nothing. I just mentioned a little about the current situation of Elland in the letter. You knights from Elland came immediately without saying a word, faster than my carrier pigeon... …”

Um?

Is this talking about me?

Didn’t I come here to understand the curse?

Aelin's eyes widened and he turned back to look at Ianna in surprise.

Ianna grabbed his arm with her skinny right hand and pressed it hard. She winked at him secretly and kept opening and closing her mouth:

"He told me just now that he would not go back until he dealt with the corpse-eating creatures that took advantage of the situation... By the way, in addition to himself, Aylin also specifically persuaded Master Vesemir to bring seven young people with him. Demon hunters come together..."

"Seven demon hunters!" The old Duke and Arthur, the knight commander of the Elland Guards Knights, who came over at this time, exclaimed at the same time.

The old Duke's rickety lumbar spine even straightened instantly.

Although they don't know exactly how many witchers there are in the Wolf School, everyone knows that the death rate in the Witcher Trials is high. On average, each witcher school only has thirty or forty witchers. Even if the Wolf School If there were more, how much more could there be?

Counting the two master demon hunters, Aelin and Vesemir, Aelin seems... no... he must have brought over all the demon hunters who stayed in his lair.

This favor is really great!

The old Duke instinctively looked at Arthur, then took two steps forward with his cane, patted Aylin's shoulder hard, his eyes were fiery:

"Okay, okay! As expected of me, Elland's Blue Death!"

"If I don't give you the knighthood, why don't I give it to those losers who lie on women's bellies all day long?"

"Don't you think so, Arthur?"

"Of course!" Arthur's face showed admiration and gratitude. "Your Excellency Aylin is the person who best conforms to the five virtues of knighthood that I have ever met. Lord Mason's choice is as usual, and it is undoubtedly correct."

Aylin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and looked at Ianna in shock.

Ianna just smiled happily and gave him a playful wink.

"Ahem~" Aylin coughed twice, forcibly using the demon hunter's control over his body to suppress the shameful blood rising to his cheeks.

He looked at the old Duke who was smiling rarely and changed the subject:

"Duke Mason, I'm sorry about the transfer of the school..."

"It doesn't matter!" The old Duke waved his skinny right hand, "Elland only needs you as a knight. I will discuss the relocation of the Wolf School with that old stubborn Soy again."

Chief... old stubborn...

Aylin's mind immediately flashed to the chief's handsome face, which, although not young, was at most middle-aged. When compared with the old Duke's face, which was full of ravines of time, it was a bit weird.

But when you think about his age, this weirdness disappears.

Yes.

The chiefs have all lived for hundreds of years, and the old Duke is only sixty or seventy at most.

The matter of school migration was settled in a few words.

The old Duke stared at Aylin admiringly for a few more times, and then his cane suddenly banged on the ground:

"Although Aylin is one of our own, Elland has never let his own people suffer."

"Two orens for a water ghost, five orens for a ghoul, fifty orens for a rotting devil, five hundred for a giant ghoul, and other monsters and the heads of large monsters are priced separately. Our knights must not be allowed to travel far away. It’s embarrassing in front of my companions!”

Aylin was shocked after hearing this.

The entrusted market price of a water ghost is 0.5 oren. In the second half of the year, it is said that it dropped by 0.1 oren due to the proliferation of water ghosts.

Ghouls are also common monsters, and the price is about one oren. The scavengers and giant ghouls are all several times higher than the market price.

"Too much, too much!"

The premium was too high, and Arryn was too embarrassed to accept it. After all, they didn't come here specifically for Elland's plight.

The old duke waved his hand again and interrupted him:

"What's the point of keeping the money? Don't let those warriors who went to the front line to fight have enough food and drink, but leave it to the weak-legged and brainless waste?"

Weak-legged and brainless...

Arryn felt that the old duke meant something.

"Lord Mason, Master Cailan just listened to the slander." Arthur stepped forward and smiled awkwardly at Arryn, and advised the old duke.

"Humph~"

The old duke snorted coldly: "A few guys who only know how to get into women's crotches dared to contradict his father's decision and reduce the prestige of the royal family."

"If this is not weak-legged and brainless, what is it?"

"I only hate that I listened to the woman's words and didn't bring him with me when I went to the battlefield. I let him mix with the cosmetics and became what he is today..."

"Ahem~" Arthur coughed repeatedly and signaled with his eyes.

The old duke then noticed that Ianna and Nenneke both looked at each other unkindly.

"On a happy day, let's not talk about that rebellious son." The old duke changed the subject abruptly, "No need to persuade, just this bounty amount."

Arryn thought about it and didn't refuse again, but looked at Arthur, pondered for a few seconds, and said:

"We are not familiar with the terrain near Elland, can you send a few more demon hunters to show us the way?"

The old duke was stunned for a moment, and after looking at Arthur, he laughed heartily:

"Okay, okay, I will let Sarah select the most elite soldiers and will not hold you back."

"I am a little jealous of Sarah for being able to fight side by side with Lord Arryn again." Arthur smiled and shook his head, "He will be so excited to know the news that he will not be able to sleep tonight."

"Then let him know tomorrow morning." The old duke smiled again.

The business is over.

The old duke, Arthur and Arryn talked for a long time about the progress of Elland's restoration in the past month.

Arryn did have a special feeling for this city that he himself could not explain.

Perhaps it was because the first two cities, Ban Ade and Vengerberg, left him with a bad impression, or perhaps it was because of the knighthood, his title of "Arryn of Elland", or even because of May Day...

Who knows?

But perhaps because they both really care about Elland, they did have a good chat.

The old duke was no longer as serious and cold as when they first met, and he would curse in front of them from time to time, looking like an old child.

But all good things must come to an end, and as the night deepened, the conversation came to an end.

After Arthur finished speaking, the entrance of the temple suddenly fell into silence.

Only the brazier in front of the statue of Meliteli, echoing the chirping of summer insects, made a "beep beep" sound from time to time, which made the place seem even quieter.

But Arryn noticed that the old duke's eyes kept on his face for some reason.

He was about to speak.

"It would be great if you were my child."

The old duke stared at Aylin, and suddenly sighed: "What kind of parents can be so cruel as to abandon such an excellent child and let him become a demon hunter?"

Aylin was stunned.

"Mason!" Ianna's face suddenly turned cold.

"It's late at night, you should go back!"