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3.08% The Witcher: Wolf School's Hunting Notes / Chapter 13: 13. Child of Miracle.

Bab 13: 13. Child of Miracle.

Upon hearing the woman's long sigh, the man said nothing.Perhaps he didn't know what to say.

In the end.

The woman pushed the man away. A snap of her fingers, and she tidied herself up.

The sorceress looked up, her face expressionless. "What do you need from me?"

Decades of meticulous makeup, an unchanging tone. If he hadn't looked down and seen his chest still wet, the witcher might have thought what just happened was an illusion.

"Snap"

Another snap of her fingers. A wave of magically warm air swept over, and the red cotton armor returned to its state before entering the room.

"Just like before!"

The witcher nostalgically sighed.

Then, he stopped overthinking, organized his words, and said: "When I was returning to Kaer Morhen, I passed by Ard Carraigh."

"Hakso summoned me and told me two things."

The sorceress asked with interest, "What did the glutton say?"

"One thing about non-human races. Hakso asked me what I thought of the elves."

"What did you say?"

The witcher was about to answer but was interrupted.

"Forget it, no need to say, it's nothing more than the Wolf School adhering to neutrality." The sorceress had a usual look on her face.

The witcher said helplessly, "That's exactly what I said."

"The Path of Glory must not be desecrated. The Wolf School's target is only those dangerous monsters."

"The Path of Glory?" The sorceress conjured a bottle of red wine and a goblet, filling it with the fine wine as she sighed, "Besides in Toussaint and knightly novels, I haven't heard that term anywhere else for a long time."

"And then, my 'knight'."

The witcher, smelling the aroma of the wine in the air, asked helplessly:

"Before that, aren't you going to pour me a glass too?"

"No," the sorceress shook the red wine in her glass, refusing. "I'm in a bad mood right now. I don't want to share anything with anyone."

Swallowing his saliva quietly, the witcher could only continue: "Next spring equinox, he's arranged a competition."

"A competition?" The sorceress was intrigued.

"Yes, a competition between the apprentices of the Wolf School and the Cat School."

"You agreed?" The sorceress put down her glass, her expression changing slightly.

"I had to agree. The winning school will receive double the funding each year."

The sorceress asked, "And the losers get nothing?"

"Yes, nothing, including what they originally had."

"I have a feeling these two things are connected, but…"

The witcher paused, sighed, and sincerely requested: "Vera, you know."

"No matter how powerful the monster, even a dragon, I have never been afraid."

"But politics… it's not my strength, nor is it for the other witchers of the Wolf School. So…"

"Vera, use your wisdom to help me, just like when the Witcher Order fell apart, guide me one more time."

Vera raised her goblet, took a sip of the rich red wine, and replied coldly: "Don't call me Vera, we haven't had that relationship for a long time."

Raising her hand to stop the witcher's protest, the sorceress continued: "But considering you still remember the promise from ten years ago, I will help you gather information."

"Promise? Did you see the illusion pendant?"

"Not only did I see it," Vera suddenly burst into laughter as if remembering something amusing, "After ten years, that pendant almost returned to its creator."

Then, the sorceress seemed to recall something, and her eyes quickly dimmed.

She stood up from her seat, slowly walked to the cold windowsill, lowered her eyes, and stared westward from the tower.

Watching the woman who had just been laughing heartily become dejected in an instant, the witcher thought to himself: "Sure enough, still the same as before, not changed a bit."

Ignoring the noise in the witcher's mind, the sorceress softly chanted in a daze: "Know this, the time of sword and axe is near, it is the era of the cold wolf and snow..."

"The world will die in frost and be reborn under a new sun."

"Ess'tuathesse! This is inevitable! Watch for the signs!"

"To know what the signs are..."

She paused, her voice becoming lighter and more ethereal. Her cool voice was almost indistinguishable, as if it came from the clouds above the Blue Mountains.

"First... Filius Miraculi—the Child of Miracles—will be born in the land of bitter cold..."

"Death and rebirth, the non-human will bring blood and fire..."

"The prophecy of Ithlinne." The witcher listened in silence as the sorceress chanted, his expression complex. "Vera, the Child of Miracles has crossed the tomb of death and is about to be reborn..."

The sorceress still looked into the distance, leaving only her silent, graceful back to him.

After hesitating for a moment, the witcher slowly walked over, gently wrapped his arms around the sorceress's shoulders, and said: "Don't worry, Vera."

"Just as the prophecy said, our child will be reborn..."

Vera sighed, tightened her grip on the witcher's arm, and closed her eyes.

"Sol."

The witcher, Sol, responded gently, "I'm here."

"Do you think he will hate me?"

Before Sol could answer, Vera sorrowfully murmured to herself.

"He will hate me..."

"He definitely will..."

Sol sighed deeply, looking up at the snow-covered peak of the Blue Mountains. He said nothing.

...

At this moment, Allen naturally didn't know that the head of the Wolf School and the sorceress Vera were his biological parents. The thought had never even crossed his mind.

After all, in the game's setting, witchers and sorceresses were not supposed to have offspring. Sorceresses had at least some cases of bearing children. Witchers had no such examples. The probability of two infertile professions having offspring was nearly zero.

After leaving the tower, Allen didn't rush back to his dormitory. He walked slowly along the main road toward the apprentice dormitory, his mind constantly pondering the 9,950 small experience points. The solution was simple.

Either reduce the requirement through learning.

Or increase the stockpile through hunting.

The problem was the time span. He had to learn alchemy before the Trial of the Grasses, which was within a month. Relying solely on the progress of the sorceress's lectures was nearly impossible. Depending on Vesemir's occasional combat classes also wouldn't suffice to gather the necessary experience points.

"I must change the status quo!" Allen thought.

Vera's alchemy classes couldn't be skipped, as they were his only source of alchemical knowledge. The experience points needed to unlock alchemy could significantly decrease with learning. As a student, he couldn't ask Vera to speed up. So, he could only change his current hunting situation. To hunt more monsters, he had to...

"Leave Kaer Morhen!"

As his thoughts became clearer, Allen became more convinced that only by going out to hunt could he solve his current predicament.

Outside the majestic castle, there were countless drowners. And not just drowners.

Wraiths, foglets, ghouls...

These were all targets Allen could hunt.

More importantly, with a greater variety and number of hunts, the chances of triggering quests would increase. Who knows, completing a few quests might directly reward him with Alchemy LV2.

"But... how can I leave Kaer Morhen?"

Allen murmured to himself.

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Bab 14: 14. Are All Gifted Witcher Apprentices Like This?

When Allen returned to the apprentice dormitory, it was already dark. Torches were lit in the dormitory corridor.

In the flickering light, he saw a familiar figure standing at the dormitory door, carrying something. As he walked closer.

A wide-brimmed black hat, dark golden cat-like eyes, with two... one sword on his back. It was Vesemir.

"Master Vesemir, what are you doing here?"

"Bringing you something, here!"

Allen reached out to take it, glancing down. A brown bag, packed full and quite heavy in his hand.

"Silver swords need daily maintenance." Vesemir crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, "After lunch, I figured you probably didn't have the tools, so I brought Elsa's tools for you."

Vesemir then asked, "Do you remember how to maintain a silver sword?"

"Of course," Allen nodded.

"Good," Vesemir nodded in return, then remarked,

"I always knew you were different, so I came early."

"Didn't expect to miss you even then."

"Don't you want to ask why?" Allen asked curiously. He had prepared several excuses, but it seemed he wouldn't need any of them.

Vesemir smiled and said, "Apprentices with exceptional talent can digest potions early."

"You've even got witcher eyes; it's not surprising you could manage that."

"Is that so, that's good," Allen felt relieved.

The Wolf School forbade witcher apprentices from leaving Kaer Morhen. But as apprentices passed trials, the areas of the castle accessible to them expanded. So in their free time, as long as apprentices stayed within the castle, it was fine.

After delivering the items, Vesemir was about to leave.But seeing the relieved look on Allen's face, he couldn't help but ask,"By the way, where did you go just now?"

Allen replied, "The alchemy room in the south tower."

Alchemy room? Did he go to get dinner?

Vesemir looked at the apprentice with a puzzled expression.

Allen was empty-handed, aside from the bag Vesemir had just given him.

So he asked, "Where's your dinner? Weren't you going to the alchemy room to get potions?"

"No, I went to learn alchemy."

Alchemy?

Why would a witcher apprentice learn alchemy?

No, more importantly, where did he find the time to learn alchemy, and who was teaching him?

Wasn't there only one male sorcerer apprentice in the alchemy room?

Allen's words brought a flood of questions to Vesemir's mind, leaving him unsure where to start.

After a long silence, Vesemir sorted through the confusion in his head and asked, "When did you leave the dormitory?"

Given the special nature of witcher eyes, Vesemir had come around dusk.It was just getting dark now.He had originally thought Allen had woken up just a little before he arrived. But that time was only enough to go to and from the alchemy room and the apprentice dormitory, not enough to do anything else.

"I left when the sun was right overhead," Allen answered honestly.

"At that time, I was still bragging with Letho and the others," Vesemir thought.

Though unlikely, Vesemir couldn't help but ask,

"Did you drink the 'lunch' potion?"

"I did," Allen replied, puzzled at Vesemir's question.

Every main meal in these ten days was crucial for apprentices after the Trial of the Grasses.Not just for increasing attributes, or rather, increasing attributes was only the superficial effect. The true purpose of these main meals is to harmonize the conflict between the mutated tissues and the normal flesh within the apprentices.

If any main meal is missed, at the very least, a tumor would grow somewhere on the body, and at worst, it could be life-threatening. The apprentices who have made it this far all have a strong will to survive.

Who would joke around with their own life?

Those who didn't care about their lives would have died during the Trial of the Grasses.

"Oh, oh... as long as you've taken it, that's good, that's good."

Vesemir nodded repeatedly, a bit dazed, and then casually asked: "How long did it take you to digest the side effects of the 'lunch'?"

When this question was asked, Allen understood why Vesemir was acting so strangely. Seeing the disbelief on the witcher master's face, Allen felt a bit smug inside. Then, Allen collected himself and, mimicking Hughes' innocent confusion, asked: "I don't know why, but the side effects of today's lunch disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"Master Vesemir, is it normal for gifted apprentices to digest it this quickly?"

Vesemir was silent for a moment before awkwardly changing the subject: "Who taught you alchemy?"

"There's usually only a male sorcerer apprentice in the alchemy room, and he can only mix simple potions. You shouldn't be deceived by him."

Vesemir didn't ask why he was learning alchemy. During the materials handling earlier today, Allen had already shown curiosity about alchemy.

"Miss Vira taught me."

"Vira?" Vesemir pondered for a moment before suddenly exclaiming, "Vira from Toussaint? The woman known as the Scarlet Red Fox?"

"Are you asking me?" Allen thought to himself, "Wasn't it you who sent Bond and Fred to that alchemy room for treatment?"

And what's this about a male sorcerer apprentice?

Aren't all the ones in the alchemy room women?

Though puzzled, Allen simply replied: "I'm not sure about that. I only know her name is Vira."

At this moment, a deep voice came from outside.

"What's with Vira?"

Allen and Vesemir looked towards the sound. Heavy footsteps approached from the distance. The head of the Wolf School appeared from the darkness, carrying a delicate water pouch.

"Chief."

"Chief."

Nodding in response, the chief handed the water pouch to Allen, saying, "Here's your dinner. Take it inside quickly."

After thanking him, and seeing Vesemir signaling him to leave, Allen turned and walked into the dormitory. The apprentices inside were all awake, lying on their sides in bed, seemingly digesting the lingering effects of their "lunch."

Seeing someone enter, they all turned their heads to look at Allen.

Noticing the stares, Allen smiled and nodded, then raised the water pouch and said: "The chief brought dinner..."

Before he could finish his sentence. Everyone in the apprentice dormitory instantly closed their eyes.Weakly and shakily, they turned away, presenting their backsides to Allen. They looked like children pretending to sleep to avoid taking medicine.

Allen couldn't help but chuckle.

Alright.

With the elixir, he had momentarily forgotten what these main meals meant to the apprentices. After putting away the bag and water pouch, Allen sat on the bed, listening intently to the conversation between the chief and Vesemir outside the door. But due to the distance, he could only catch fragments of the conversation.

Words like "Vira," "alchemy class," "witcher eyes," and "experiment records"...

After a few brief exchanges, the two witchers left together.

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