Chapter 479 Being handsome or not is a lifelong matter!
“Wait, Aelin!”

Carlo’s face changed drastically when he heard this, and he immediately rushed over to persuade him to give up this terrible idea.

Now that Evanson is dead, there is really no need for any disguise, after all, there is no one to hold accountable.

The king will send people to investigate, but by then all traces will be gone, and they have all been exiled to Drakenberg. The most they will be fined is some military pay, and when the successor comes to power, he will still have to rely on them.

But it’s completely different for demon hunters.

In order to rescue their companions who were captured by the wizards for experiments, they broke into Drakenberg and killed some wizards. It was their own fault. The relationship between the wizards and the Wolf School was not good anyway, and the wizards were in the wrong this time.

But Evenson was a duly honored baron, the administrator of Drakenberg appointed by the King of Redalia himself.

There is no difference between killing him and provoking the king.

It would be the same even if the culprit of all this was not the wizard, but Evanson.

What matters is never right or wrong, but your stance!

If someone were to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble, the Wolf School might offend a large number of nobles.

And those who care…

Aren’t there warlocks everywhere who dislike witchers?

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Carlo had just taken two steps when he heard Ailin shout “Flash”. He and Wyatt and the others didn’t realize what was going to happen.

“Stab!”

It was as if a sun exploded before my eyes.

The sudden glaring light caused the pupils to contract violently and the eyelids to tremble in response.

The brain’s instinctive dizziness makes the body seem to have lost weight, as if floating in the air.

The screams all around merged into one.

As a top assassin, he has experienced all kinds of attacks and should not have fallen into such a situation where he has lost his combat effectiveness.

But Ailin’s identity was too confusing, and they were not enemies, so they completely let down their guard.

and……

“Damn it! Magic flash of this intensity!” Carlo closed his eyes tightly, tears of rationality flowing from the corners of his eyes, “Is that kid Ailin really a demon hunter?”

“What kind of monster did Wolf School produce?”

At this time.

“Don’t worry, Carlo!” Aelin’s voice suddenly came to his mind, “Times have changed!”

Carlo struggled to open his right eye, but the ruins where Ailin and Dante had been standing were now empty.

At this moment, two figures stepped on the shoulders and heads of several guards and rushed out of the laboratory.

“What era are you talking about, you little brat…”

Carlo snorted and shook his head.

……

Of course, it is impossible for the magic flash to hit all the guards. There are always some people who are lucky and have their view blocked by the people in front of them, or who just happen to blink.

There are actually quite a few such guards.

But those who were not hit, seeing the two demon hunters approaching ferociously, very consciously imitated the screams of their companions around them and lay on the ground.

Even the guards outside the bronze door, who were completely blinded by the magic flash, pretended to avoid the fight.

No one stood up to stop it, not a single one.

Therefore, Ailin and Dante’s return journey was surprisingly easy.

“That guy named Evans is really unpopular…”

Walking out of the laboratory, Dante reached out and lifted Bunte up, glanced at the soldiers behind him who were pretending to be unconscious, and shook his head.

Ailin flipped his wrist and swung his sword, then thrust his backhand into the void beside him.

The entire Balmer disappeared from the tip of the sword to the hilt, as if the sword was swallowed by the void.

After trying it a few times, he had already fallen in love with this way of drawing and sheathing the sword.

The summoning staff itself is a novice spell, which is almost instantaneous and no slower than drawing a sword from the scabbard on the back, but it can conceal the identity of the demon hunter.

In battle, information asymmetry is a weapon sharper than any magical weapon.

Also.

This way of drawing and retracting the sword is quite cool.

Having just tasted the sweetness, Ailin can’t stop.

“If a knight’s cloak is not stained with the first drop of blood, his followers will only hide behind their shields and tremble.” Ailin, who had put away his sword and returned to the “void”, said softly.

Looking at the place where the sword disappeared, Danti was stunned, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

“That makes sense…” He nodded, chewing on Arryn’s words, and pondering, “Evans’ cloak is not only not stained with the first drop of blood, but he has left the battlefield and we haven’t seen him yet. No wonder the guards’ morale is so low…”

“I guess there are quite a few guards who have been saved by the witcher…” Arlin continued, “Like the shield guards under Wyatt, like Carlo, like Sam…”

Dante let out a long sigh, as if letting out all the grievances in his heart, and curled his lips:
“If you walk on the road of glory, others will naturally walk with you.”

“This is what Chief Soi often says. Another saying is that there are two blades between fate…”

“Evans underestimated the Wolf School and overestimated his authority in Drakenberg. Neither of his two blades was sharp. His defeat was not unfair.”

“By the way,” Dante glanced at Ailin’s right hand and suddenly asked casually, “Can ordinary demon hunters learn the spell of summoning the staff?”

“It’s difficult.” Ailin chuckled. “Master Dante, you also said that the summoning staff is a spell. It is different from the sigil.”

“No chance at all?” Dante seemed a little unwilling. “The Ice Spear Spell you created before, although the spell is a bit… uh… a bit weird, but it can still be learned…”

Ailin shook his head. “You also said that it was the Ice Spear Curse that I created. The Summoning Staff is a regular warlock spell that requires a high affinity for elements. It also requires mental power to sense space and use…”

“Alright, alright,” Dante felt a headache when he heard about elements, space, and calculations. He waved his hands in disappointment. “It’s fine if I can’t learn it. For a demon hunter, the sword is his life, and he should carry it on his back…”

What follows is a series of difficult to understand words like “man and sword are one”, “elements may betray, but steel will not”, “the sword has feelings and needs to be nurtured from time to time” and so on.

“but……”

Arlin suddenly spoke again, causing Dante’s tone to pause: “Our demon hunters’ sigils are also transformed from spells. When we return to Kaer Morhen, maybe we can discuss with Lady Vera and see how to transform them into sigils.”

Dante stopped making those sour remarks now.

He was silent for a few seconds, looked at Ailin, cursed “you kid”, and couldn’t help laughing.

The two witchers walked down the stairs in the tower belonging to Drakenberg, chatting and laughing from time to time.

The air had the same damp smell as in all old castles.

just like……

They were not deep in Drakenberg, but were walking in the Ancient Sea Fortress. On a drunken afternoon, they left the room together and were about to go to the castle hall to brag about the witcher who had returned for the winter.

Only the guards’ heads that occasionally popped out from the corridors, wooden doors, and corners and then retreated back proved that they were in the “enemy” country and on the battlefield…

Outside the tower, there was a cavalry force of about a hundred people and thousands of guards waiting for them.

After descending three more floors, Evans’s scolding and orders could be faintly heard. The two demon hunters from the Wolf School suddenly fell silent.

“Da da da~”

The sound of their footsteps echoed in the corridors and stairs, empty, solemn and melancholy.

“Don’t you object to my next move?” Ailin suddenly broke the silence.

Dante asked back, “If I object, will you not do it?”

Aelin shook his head.

“That’s quite honest…” Dante laughed and shook his head. “Since you won’t listen, why should I oppose something that I can’t stop?”

He looked at Ailin’s face, which still had some immaturity but was more mature, and sighed softly:
“Water Ghost Slayer,” he suddenly called out Arryn’s title in Kaer Morhen, “I can no longer stop you from hunting monsters other than water ghosts just to prevent you from leaving Kaer Morhen, as I did in Kaer Morhen.”

“Now you can go wherever you want, from the Blue Mountains, across the Buina River, all the way to the Flying Dragon Mountains, and I can’t control it.”

“That’s not the case,” Ailin curled his lips speechlessly. Who would run so far just to kill some monsters? “And the nickname of the Water Ghost Killer is really ugly. I don’t know who gave it to me… Huh?!! It was you who gave it to me…”

He saw Dante turn his head away in embarrassment.

“Isn’t it nice to hear?” He smiled awkwardly. “I think it’s fine. It’s okay if you don’t like it. There will always be new nicknames to replace the old ones.”

The new title doesn’t sound good either… Ailin thought.

Dante, who was joking, looked at the thick darkness at the bottom of the stairs. The smile on his face gradually faded, and he said in a deep voice:
“They’ve crossed the line this time!”

He turned back to look at Aelin.

Ailin saw from Dante’s face that he was exhausted after fighting for a whole day. But his brown cat eyes were exceptionally bright, as if suppressing a burning flame.

“Of course the demon hunter can die, Alin, of course…”

“No one is immortal. Death is not the end for a demon hunter, but the destination.”

“but!”

Dante gnashed his teeth, and the angry voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth:

“But the demon hunters of the Wolf School can die at the hands of the Deer-Headed Spirit, at the hands of the Little Mist Demon, or even be dragged into the water by a water ghost, with the stinking water filling their hearts and lungs, drowning them alive, and then being torn apart and eaten…”

“But only one thing cannot be done!”

“The only thing you can’t do is be framed by humans, be plotted against, be tricked, or be used as a bargaining chip by those despicable, shameless interests!”

“No matter who he is, Aylin, and no matter who stands behind him!”

“Aylin!”

Dante pressed Ailin’s shoulder solemnly and stared into his eyes:

“Do what you want to do!”

“As for the rest, I’ll take care of everything!”

……

In front of the tower.

Evans did not stand at the door, but was well protected by the few shield guards left behind. At the same time, there were nearly a hundred heavy cavalry led by Milo standing in front of him, and nearly a thousand guards guarding his flanks.

“You mean the door of the Risberg Civil Partnership’s laboratory was pried open, and a wizard died when he entered?”

Evans frowned as he looked at the little House in front of him who was limping and had blood on his face.

“Yes, I saw him make a few clicks, and the wizard died…”

Little House gesticulated incoherently, describing the scene at that time, and after he finished speaking, cold sweat broke out on his forehead:
“Lord Evans, that kid must be an experienced assassin. I suspect he might be one of the most skilled demon hunters from the Cat School. I heard that they…”

“What nonsense are you talking about? Are you confused by such a small amount of blood?” Evans frowned in disgust. “The child that Dante brought with him is not an assassin, let alone a demon hunter. He is a sorcerer, a sorceress!”

“Ah?” Little House was stunned, “But…but…but…”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Evans waved his hand and interrupted him. “They are just two demon hunters. Even if they get in, what’s the use of their dirty tricks to kill the wizard Lord Lisberg?”

“In the laboratory tonight, there are people from the Risberg Civil Partnership and the entire Non-Human Research Department conducting research. Even Ronnie Dickinson from the High Council of the Wizarding Society is here. How could they possibly escape?”

“Somebody come!”

He waved his hand and called a guard over: “Baron House has a serious head injury and is a little unconscious. Take him to Doctor Solan for bandaging.”

But…but I clearly saw that he had a pair of witcher’s eyes… Before little House could finish his words, he was half invited and half forced to the back of the team by the ferocious guards.

There, two or three doctors in white robes were stopping the bleeding and healing the wounds of the guards and shield guards who had been injured earlier.

“Nothing will go wrong, nothing will go wrong,” Evanson said to himself. “Wyatt and Carlo have both taken their men up there, and we have Ronnie Dickinson with us. It’s just a witcher from the Wolf School and a sorceress, nothing will go wrong…”

The more he muttered to himself, the more confident he became, but even so, there was always a vague sense of uneasiness.

This made Evans particularly anxious, and he cursed in his heart:
“Damn mutant monsters, freaks, servants of the devil, why can’t you just die obediently and become the material for wizards to benefit us humans, isn’t that good?”

“There are fewer and fewer monsters, and humans no longer need demon hunters.”

“Can’t you just roll into the garbage dump like a used rag?”

……

After cursing a few times in his heart, Evans suddenly felt much better.

He looked at the guards around him who were somewhat restless and wanted to send someone to investigate the situation in the tower. When he looked up, he seemed to see a figure swaying at the door of the tower.

“There is……”

The words have not yet fallen.

“Wow—”

The high-pitched cry of an irritable yet joyful bird suddenly came down from the sky with a fierce pressure.

“boom!”

For a moment, it seemed as if the sky was falling apart.

“what?”

“What’s in the sky?!!”

“Monster! Monster!”

The guards immediately became agitated.

Evans looked at the pitch-black monster swooping down like a large piece of the sky collapsing, and he fled into the tower in fear.

Just then.

He suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and something blocked the firelight in front of him.

Evans bowed his head.

His gaze met a pair of azure animal eyes that were filled with murderous intent.

“Wow—”

The great griffin was crying in the sky.

(End of this chapter)