Chapter 491: The Choice That Must Be Made? Ronnie Dickinson’s Great Cause Container

The living room fell silent after Tissaya de Vries left with a large group of people.

Fatigue immediately came over me like a tide.

It shouldn’t be like this.

After Ailin’s physical fitness reached 90 points, not to mention staying up all night, even not sleeping for a week would not affect his condition.

But last night, the lives of Bonte and Hughes were unknown, and he had to kill the Deer Head Spirit and break into Drakenberg. He also had to consider the reactions of the Lisberg Civil Partnership and Redalia, and persuade Tissaia de Vries…

I went through a lot overnight.

This is not physical fatigue, but mental exhaustion.

Ailin often thought that since he had put so much effort into the Wolf School, he was actually not much different from the head of the school.

Fortunately, the final result was good.

Evans would not see tomorrow’s sunrise, and as Tissaia de Vris and Aretuza sided with the School of the Wolf, his relationship with the Temple of Meliteli and Elland became increasingly close.

Things seem to be moving in a positive direction.

Of course, it only seems so.

Ianna and Nenneke saw that the three witchers were tired, so they didn’t say much about the rescue of Heng Gedimides. They just asked Ailin to think about it carefully after waking up and not to compromise because of “a little favor”, and then let the three go back to rest.

It is also impossible for the three people from the Wolf School to leave the reception room and then go back to their rooms to sleep.

They first went to check on Hughes’ room, then went to the treatment room.

Seeing that the situation of Bonte and the two shield guards had stabilized with the combination of the temple’s herbs and magic, he dragged his tired body back to his residence in the corner of the temple.

at this time.

Continuous snoring could be heard from the long row of witcher huts.

“How careless.” Vesemir shook his head.

“Let them rest,” Dante advised, apparently also knowing Vesemir’s educational habit of meditation instead of sleep. “They went through a lot last night, and the children are tired.”

“No matter how tired you are, can you be more tired than Arryn?” Vesemir asked.

Ailin smiled bitterly and did not answer.

To be honest, he also envied Erni, Klar and the others. They were carefree and stress-free, and all they had to do when they saw monsters was kill them.

But he couldn’t lie flat.

The School, Kaedwen, Ban Ard, the Risberg Civilian Partnership, the Wild Hunt, and the White Frost…

I don’t know when it will end?
People who worry a lot will always have things to worry about, but people who lie down can always lie down.

“Alin, I know that you are now much stronger than us,” Vesemir said after hesitating for a moment, “but it is still too dangerous to go deep into Ban Ader to rescue Heng Gedimides.”

Although Tissaia de Vris said that she had commissioned the Wolf School to rescue Heng Gedimides.

But everyone present at the time knew that when Tissaia de Vris mentioned entrusting the Wolf School, she was most likely entrusting Aelin, at least Aelin was an indispensable part of it.

Vesemir frowned and continued:
“Heng Gedimides is Sonny’s biggest bargaining chip. Not to mention the wizards of other factions in Ban Ade, they have not been found in Ban Ade yet. How can you find them there?”

“Even if we find a place, it will be heavily guarded.”

“Besides, there is an Ortolan who is no weaker than Heng Gedimides, and he is in Ban Ade right now.”

“Alin, the Wolf School owes Tissaia de Vries a big favor, but it doesn’t need to be repaid with one’s life, especially yours.”

“I know, Vesemir,” Arryn nodded. “I certainly wouldn’t rush in knowing that it’s a dead end, but…”

He paused:

“I don’t think Tissaia de Vries couldn’t think of this. Maybe she has some inside information or magic items that can reduce the danger…”

Vesemir had little faith that Tissaia de Vries could offer such a thing:
“What can reduce the risk of infiltration?”

“That’s Ban Ade College, once the largest wizard force in the Northern Continent.”

“Even the Wild Hunt couldn’t destroy the Ban Ade Academy back then, let alone now.”

Aelin said nothing.

He actually had no idea.

The “Night Color” given by Francesca can make one invisible and silent at night, and the assassination skills of the cat school’s two-handed sword have just demonstrated amazing results.

But the laboratories at the Drakenberg Civil Partnership and the Ben Ader Institute are different.

Ban Ade is like a tiger awakened by the wild hunt, with fangs bared and body crouched low.

to be frank.

Arlin had no desire to try out whether the trap that Ban Ader had prepared for the Wild Hunt was tight enough.

“Does Ban Ade really intend to establish a kingdom of sorcerers?” Dante interjected with a frown as he stepped on the cobblestones on the path. “Didn’t Tissaya de Vris also say, ‘My people heard’, but it’s just heard.”

“That’s right.” Vesemir’s eyes lit up and he spoke hurriedly, “It is a real taboo for warlocks to interfere with royal power. The original Novigrad Alliance was established to eliminate this.”

“Later, as soon as the Supreme Council of Sorcerers was established, Farad the White, who was nominally a royal advisor but actually ruled Temeria, died.”

“You know, at that time, ‘Pure White’ Farad was one of the earliest warlocks in the northern continent. His strength and talent were not much different from the founder of the Art Association, but he still died in the end.”

“How dare Sonny take such a risk?”

“Can they really withstand the pressure from the outside world and hold on until the Warlock Kingdom is established?”

Hearing this, Ailin walked silently to the door of the cabin and stopped.

“We will have to wait for what Tissaia de Vris will say tonight about how to proceed, where Heng Gedimidis is, and what kind of help he has. But I just thought about it. Ban Ade wants to establish a kingdom of sorcerers. Maybe now is the right time…”

Just the right time?
Vesemir and Dante looked at each other.

“What do you mean, just in time?” Vesemir asked.

Ailin held onto the door frame and organized his words:

“Kaedwen has been destroyed, and there are a large number of exiled nobles in the country. They have soldiers and money, but they originally had only two choices: one is to follow the exiled royal family of Kaedwen, and the other is to surrender to Aedirn.”

“The first path is very dangerous. The royal family of Kaedwen has been defeated. It is obviously not a good choice.”

“But the second path is not a good one either. Aedirn’s hatred for Kaedwen is deep-rooted. Tissaia de Vris also mentioned it before. The end result of surrendering to Aedirn seems to be imprisonment.”

“Even if you can survive, it will probably cost you a lot.”

“And now…”

Aelin paused and glanced at Vesemir and Dante: “Senny offers a third way – joining Ban Ader.”

“Although there is the threat of the Wild Hunt, compared to the imminent sword disaster, there are protective shields and powerful wizards to protect us.”

“The now destroyed city of Ban Ade has plenty of space to accommodate the population.”

“As long as we abandon the tacit understanding of the so-called ancient Novigrad Covenant, we may not even have to hand over much wealth and can even become a founding hero of the country.”

“How many of these desperate nobles do you think will be loyal to Kaedwen?”

Vesemir remained silent.

Ailin didn’t care. He continued, “The nobles have the ability to govern. They have craftsmen, blacksmiths, tax collectors and other talents. A few nobles can govern a city. This is the potential population.”

“It just so happens that the Aedirn army has been interrupted by the Wild Hunt for some reason, and they have probably suffered heavy losses, so there is a lot of room for development.”

“We already have the population and space for development. If we are a little bolder, it is not impossible to establish a kingdom of warlocks.”

“What about other countries and wizard associations?” Dante frowned and said, “They will not allow this tacit understanding to be broken.”

“Is it really not allowed?” Ailin asked expressionlessly.

Dante and Vesemir were stunned when they heard this.

“What do you mean?” Vesemir asked, “Didn’t Tissaia de Vris commission this on behalf of the Coven?”

Ailin said:
“Ottolan is also a member of the Wizarding Council, and he, like Tissaia de Vries, is also one of the five members of the Association of Talents and Crafts. He is in Ban Ade now, so why not stop him?”

“Ban Ade was once the largest force in the Wizarding Society.”

“Is it true that Sunny is the only wizard who wants to establish a country for warlocks?”

Vesemir was truly stunned. Being a politically incompetent man, he felt as if something was about to grow out of his head.

Dante also looked deeply shocked.

In the simple and simplistic worldview of the witcher, all wizards belong to the Warlock Brotherhood and are a whole.

Just like all witchers, although they are divided into wolves, griffins, vipers, bears, manticores and so on, they can also be seen as a whole when traveling in the northern continent. Even now, there are still many old warlocks who call them the Witcher Cult.

Dante’s brows knitted into a ball: “But in the past, hundreds of years have passed, and no one has violated it…”

Ailin listened to the snoring of the young demon hunter beside him and took a deep breath: “The past is the past, Master Dante. Times have changed.”

“The number of Wolf School witchers is growing, and the rate of increase in warlocks will only be faster than ours.”

“In the era of ‘Pure White’ Farad, how many warlocks were there in the entire continent?”

“At that time, only the most talented humans would be selected and sent to Ain Sheedi to study magic.”

“The inheritance of magic is just an ancient master-apprentice system. A teacher will only take one or two apprentices, and those with poor talents will not be accepted at all.”

“But what now?”

“As for the warlock academies alone, there are Ben Ader, Aretuza, and the Nilfgaard Imperial School of Magic. Those who originally lacked talent can also become a warlock.”

“The number of warlocks in the northern continent has probably increased hundreds of times compared to the Pure White Farad period.”

Sonny is the leader of the radical faction, which advocates that “magic is power”, “humans have the innate right to enslave alien species”, and “a regime led by immortals is the most ideal regime”…

But how can we talk about factions without people?
How can we start a trend of thought without someone?

After all, although Sonny found the best time to establish the Warlock Kingdom, it was also inevitable.

A hundred years later, Philippa Eilhart has overthrown King Radovid V of Redalia, Vilgefortz is trying to control Nilfgaard, and the Sorceresses’ Guild is manipulating the political and war situation of the entire continent…

In various forms, for various reasons, and with various plots, warlocks have been trying to control the entire continent.

This is when the magic power is exhausted and the warlock’s ability is not obvious.

In the final analysis, this is a class of warlocks that possess extraordinary powers. They are no longer satisfied with the narrow scope of rights of the Warlock Brotherhood and hope to extend their rights to the secular world.

After all, a warlock apprentice is only at the bottom of the Warlock Brotherhood, but he has the power to easily kill ordinary humans, nobles, and even armed knights. How could he possibly accept this?
“That noble?” Vesemir was still struggling.

Arryn shook his head. “Even I know that many warlocks are born into nobility. The two are closely connected.”

“Perhaps the entire aristocracy is opposed to the establishment of the Warlock Kingdom, but individual nobles, especially families with warlock members, may not necessarily oppose it.”

So.

In this northern continent, where the personal dependence between the king and the nobles is not strong, the kings would probably oppose it, but it might not be useful and would not risk starting a war.

“Is Sonny really going to establish a kingdom of warlocks?” Vesemir’s face was heavy.

“Population, ruling class, external environment…” Ailin said, “Except for the Wild Hunt, which is a big threat, I have to say that whether Sonny was forced to do so or had planned it in advance, he did seize the best opportunity.”

Vesemir and Dante were silent for a long time.

It didn’t take much political wisdom to know that once Sonny, who had always hated the Witcher, and the Risberg Civil Partnership, which now had a grudge against the Wolf School, established the Warlock Kingdom, the Wolf School would be the first to bear the brunt.

By then, let alone whether they can stay in Kaer Morhen, under the hostility of an entire kingdom, can the Wolf School… no… the Demon Hunters really survive in the northern continent?
Seeing the two people lowering their heads in silence, as if thinking, Ailin sighed and pushed open the door of his room.

this is.

“So you’ve actually already thought about it, right?”

There was an unspeakable sense of guilt and self-blame in Vesemir’s tone.

Aelin didn’t know what to say.

His right foot paused on the threshold, and he walked into the room in silence.

“Squeak~”

The thin wooden door made an extremely harsh sound.
–
Through the door, I listened to the footsteps fading away silently.

Aelin leaned against the wooden wall, looking at the amulet above his head.

The three statues of Meliteli, with their all-embracing warm smiles, remain the same as when we left yesterday.

The bright sunshine, the breeze with the fragrance of earth and grass, and the white noise of rustling leaves, the tranquility is just as peaceful as yesterday and every day.

It’s a pity that people change every day, whether voluntarily or forced, they are pushed forward by time.

“It’s a good time for a nap.” Ailin thought inexplicably.

Unfortunately, he has other things to do now.

After letting out a long sigh, Ailin opened the Demon Hunting Notes with an intention.

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(End of this chapter)