Chapter 483 Ailin’s face! Release Evans?
“Great cause?” Dante looked back in confusion. “Great cause?”

“Almost.” Ailin nodded. “Did Lebioda mention this word to you?”

Dante saw that Ailin looked serious, frowned, lowered his head, and pondered for a long time.

“Lebioda’s life’s work is certainly great,” Dante said. “He did countless things for the ordinary people of Kaedwen, from resolving disputes and disagreements between neighbors and teaching them the tricks of shepherding and farming to negotiating tax cuts on behalf of villagers and nobles, as well as driving away ferocious beasts and expanding human settlements…”

“Countless.”

He glanced at the “Wisdom of the Prophet Lebioda” that Sam was holding in his arms. It had obvious signs of reading, but it was carefully maintained.
“Lebioda has been to Redalia, but never to Drakenberg. His wisdom has traveled farther and longer than his footsteps.”

“So of course, Lebioda accomplished great things.”

“The wisdom of the prophet is certainly a great achievement. You can find all the answers in the holy book!” Sam looked excited and nodded repeatedly.

The answer to everything… Ailin was skeptical, but he had no need to refute the piety of a believer at this moment.

“But the word great deeds itself…” Dante shook his head, “I have never heard Lebioda mention it.”

“Where are the other warlocks?” Ailin asked.

“No.” This time Dante did not think carefully and shook his head. “Warlocks often say some incomprehensible nonsense, just like Ronnie Dickinson. It is either for eternal peace, or for the perfection of the human species, or to find the secret of the Creator…”

“They keep saying they are doing it for humanity, but they are unwilling to kill a water ghost for the humans who have been harassed by monsters for years, and they even use ordinary people’s bodies for research…”

Dante curled his lips in disdain, and after realizing that he had strayed from the topic, he added:
“Of course I don’t know many warlocks. Why do you ask this suddenly? Is it important?”

“Yeah.” Ailin nodded.

Dante stroked his beard and suggested:

“When we return to Kaer Morhen, you can ask Aristo. He is the demon hunter who has spent the longest time with Lebioda.”

Arlin nodded slightly and stopped disturbing Dante and Sam.

The security in Drakenberg was much more relaxed during the day than at night. It was also possible that they were going to the North District instead of the East District where the administrators and wizards lived. The head of the city disappeared yesterday, and Sam was not questioned once along the way.

After crossing several suspension bridges in the northern district and climbing up two slopes, the shrill screams suddenly stopped, replaced by a street that resembled a handicraft area or a market in the city.

Tomatoes, nails, linen and other miscellaneous items were placed on the stalls. The gray-haired blacksmith directed his apprentice to heat the stove with charcoal. At the end of the street, there was even a wooden house with a beer sign…

Of course, there weren’t many people around early in the morning, probably because it wasn’t time for the shift change yet.

“The North District is where our soldiers live. The blacksmith shop, tailor shop, etc. are also here. If you want to drink, you can have a couple of drinks when you are free, but the quantity is limited and it is very expensive…”

“Usually, we come here every quarter when the military pay is distributed, and we exchange wheat and olive oil for two glasses of wine…”

Lebioda’s story was about finished at this time, and Sam whispered a few words about it.

“When I came here eight years ago, there seemed to be no tavern. There was only a blacksmith, a tailor, and an old woman selling apple pies…” Danti said.

“Well,” Sam nodded, “The pub was opened here three years ago by Evans… a cousin of Evans. Grandma Tracy, who sold apple pies, left with the previous manager, Viscount Ferdinand. It seems that she was once the cook of the Viscount’s family…”

“A noble cook, no wonder the apple pie is so delicious.” Dante sighed.

I walked past the newly opened stalls and turned two more corners.

The air began to smell faintly of rust, alcohol, and medicinal herbs. As the smell became stronger, there were also bursts of quarrels, or rather, one-sided venting of emotions.

“How can it be impossible to save him? You just said there was hope!”

The familiar angry voice echoed in a long house where various medicinal herbs were grown.

A woman whispered, “If nothing unusual had happened, there might be hope for them to survive, but now both of them have a fever, so…”

“Look at Big Iron Shield’s legs. Clearly, the bones aren’t all broken! Why is he going to die now?” An angry voice interrupted the woman. “Fu Li only had scratches at most. Why did it have to get to that point?”

The woman was not angry. Perhaps she was used to it. She calmly explained: “Wyatt, they have a fever, and the wounds are festering at this time. There are signs of internal bleeding…”

“We are just ordinary doctors. Such serious injuries cannot be cured in Drakenberg. Why not feed them some safflower to reduce their pain…”

“Can the Temple of Meliteli heal it?” A voice suddenly pushed the door open.

“Who?!!!” The big man sitting beside the bed suddenly looked up and glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

“Sam…Sam…” Sam was so frightened by the murderous kick that he shuddered and his legs instinctively went weak.

The big man’s eyes did not stay on him, but fell on the open space beside him.

With eyes flashing with anger that could not be concealed, the big man blinked in disbelief and opened his mouth in astonishment.

“Of course the lady’s temple can heal them,” the middle-aged woman in linen clothes did not recognize the person who came, but she took a step forward and stood between the big man and Sam, “but Drakenberg is too far away from Elland. These two injured people can’t hold on for that long, let alone withstand the shock…”

“You mean!” The big man came to his senses and suddenly stood up from the bed.

“Wyatt, this is a hospital!” The middle-aged woman opened her arms and stood in the middle.

“No…no…why are you back?” Wyatt waved his hands repeatedly. After a few seconds of incoherent speech, he looked at both ends of the long house and said softly, “Polina is one of us, Master Dante, and…”

“Alin, Alin from the Wolf School.” Alin waved his hand to put away the mirage, and nodded to the middle-aged woman Polina who was standing there in a daze, “We can take these two injured people to the Temple of Meliteli. We should be there before noon. Is it in time?”

“It’s still possible to cross the Pontar River in just one morning…” Polina answered instinctively, then shook her head. “But how can we cross the Pontar River in just one morning…”

“They can! They can go through the sky!” Wyatt interrupted Polina excitedly.

“Heaven…heaven passed?”

Polina had a bewildered look on her face. After the injured were brought in, she had been treating their injuries. She didn’t know about the giant griffin yet.

“I can’t explain it right now! Let’s talk about it when we get back…” Wyatt pushed Polina to the beds of the two injured people in a hurry, “Quick! Polina! Bandage up Big Shield and Fury’s injuries.”

Polina had no choice but to change the bandages for the two injured people and fix the leg bones with smooth small wooden sticks.

Da Tiedun and Fu Li were unconscious, their faces pale, and they allowed themselves to be manipulated by several people.

Master Dante and Arryn actually seemed to have a good relationship with Lord Wyatt… Sam looked at the scene in amazement.

“Not all Drakenberg are bad guys…” Aelin patted Sam’s shoulder.

Then he turned and glanced at the empty longhouse: “Where are the other injured? If there are any who can’t be treated, we can take them away.”

Wyatt’s grip on the sledgehammer faltered.

“There are no other injured.” Polina shook her head.

“But…” Ailin was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Wyatt’s evasive look, he swallowed the words that had not yet come out of his mouth.

Even the shield guards who were protected by large shields, other magic props, and even possibly had their bodies transformed were seriously injured in the mudslide. How could ordinary guards possibly survive?

“This matter has nothing to do with you,” Dante said, “Did you forget what I said? This is a war, and in a war, we have no choice.”

“Master Dante is right. It was a war, and those people died because of Evans’s selfishness. They were killed by Evans.” Wyatt stood up and looked at him sincerely with his two small eyes. “Erin, before coming to this place, we were all prepared…”

What preparations… Ailin did not ask this question. He just looked at the two strong men who were bandaged and took a deep breath.

The smell of blood and bitter herbs filled my nose.

I have tried my best… he said to himself.

The two injured were packed up extremely quickly. After Wyatt took them out of the hospital, he called two shield guards, one named “Big Head” and the other named “Little Head”, to help carry the injured.

He also borrowed a freight carriage from a grocery store.

This time the road out of Drakenberg was easier to travel than before.
No one would stop a few “corpses” carrying blood-soaked white cloths and fierce shield guards with “sad” faces, especially in the eyes of those guards who knew what happened last night.

They didn’t even dare to glance over at him out of the corner of their eyes.

“Just send it here!”

After they got out of Drakenberg smoothly and turned two corners on the small road from Drakenberg to Monte Calvo, Ailin asked them to stop by the roadside.

“Alin.”

Wyatt got off the carriage, looked at the deserted path, stared at Ailin who turned back at the sound, and said:
“Da Tiedun and Fu Li are already so badly injured. It’s normal if they can’t be cured. That would be their fate.”

“It was Lady Fate who didn’t allow them to live, just like when the witcher was chosen by the Law of Accident.”

Ailin was silent for two seconds, then nodded: “Don’t worry, it can be cured.”

“You may not know this, but I am very familiar with Mama Ianna, the high priestess of the Temple of Meliteli… Lady Ianna.”

Wyatt was stunned for a second, then laughed heartily: “Okay, okay, I’m relieved in that case.”

“After those two brats are cured, don’t let them rush back.” He took out a purse from his pocket and handed it to Arlin. “They are already dead in Drakenberg. But they are orphans anyway and haven’t gotten married yet. It doesn’t matter where they stay. Let them stay in Elland first.”

“After a while, I will find a way to arrange work for them.”

Ailin said, “In that case, I can ask Duke Mason of Elland. For some reason, he is also short of people…”

“Or you can ask the priests in the temple for help. You can always find some suitable jobs there.”

Wyatt’s outstretched right hand paused, and he was silent for a few seconds, then hesitantly said, “Mason…Duke?”

“Duke Mason of Elland,” Arlin nodded, “I have a pretty good relationship with him for some reason.”

Wyatt was a little shocked when he heard this.

Looking at Ailin’s tender face of no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, but hearing the words “duke” and “high priest” in his ears, it all sounded fake.

However, when Wyatt thought of the headless body of Ronnie Dickins in the laboratory, he suddenly felt relieved.

It’s not surprising that someone who can kill a senior member of the Wizarding Council, no matter how young he is, knows a few important people.

“Why do I feel a little envious of Big Iron Shield and Fu Li after listening to them?” The big head scratched his head and looked at the small head.

The little head sighed: “I’m envious too. I was next to Fu Li at the time. If I had known earlier, I should have put down the shield later. In this way…”

“Bang! Bang!”

Two heavy punches interrupted the loud conversation between the big head and the small head.

“What?” Wyatt gritted his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead, “Is it unfair for you to stay by my side?”

“How about I beat you up like Big Iron Shield and Fu Li now, and save you from having to walk a few more steps.”

Big Head and Little Head covered their heads and apologized repeatedly.

“Take it. This is compensation for the two of them.” Wyatt threw the purse over. “After all, they can’t die in vain…”

Ailin didn’t refuse again.

“Also,” Wyatt looked at the two pale shield guards, “Thank you, Alin. I didn’t expect Big Hammer and Fury to have a chance to survive.”

Ailin opened his mouth and was about to say something.

“Wow~”

“Good Girl” fell from the sky.

Vesemir and several young witchers carefully carried the two stretchers onto the back of the great griffin.

“No, Wyatt.”

Ailin glanced at Wyatt, then looked back at the huge city that jutted out from the forest, and said softly:

“I am the one who should say thank you.”
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There was no conversation along the way, and Vesemir did not remove Evans’s Axis seal.

When the duration is over, continue with the next one.

It lasted until the magnificent sparkling waters of Pontar were left behind and the majestic mountains of Mahakam were getting closer and closer.

But it was not difficult to deal with Evans. His fate was doomed the moment he chose to plot against the Wolf School.

The trouble is that after Evans’ death, the Redalia and Risberg Civil Partnership will inevitably target…

Compared to the current Wolf School, each of these two is a behemoth.

Do not!
Not only that, if the mastermind behind Evans is not the Risberg Civil Partnership, there may be another party.

In an instant, the Wolf School seemed to have returned to the precarious situation it was in when Ailin first crossed over.

“or……”

Dante looked at Evans, his expression struggling for a few seconds, and hesitantly said:

“How about letting Evans go?”

(End of this chapter)