Chapter 487: Holy Son Ceremony! The Power of Order!

“Since you have no objection, then it’s settled.” Seeing Ailin lower his head and remain silent, Ianna patted his shoulder with a smile, and was supported by Nenneke and sat back in the high-back chair.

As soon as she sat back, she began to make arrangements in a swift and decisive manner.

“Nenneke, choose a time for the blessing and notify the northern nations so that they can come and watch the ceremony…”

“Okay, High Priest.”

“Ms. Tissaia de Vries, Ms. Philba Ehrhart, at the wizard’s meeting…”

“I’ll let them know,” Tissaia de Vries nodded and looked at Aylin softly. “I’m sure Vera will be very happy when she knows.”

“Wait!” Ailin was shocked by Ianna’s speed and asked quickly, “Is there a ceremony to become the Son of God?”

“Of course!” Nenneke nodded as a matter of course. “Notify the nobles, wizard associations, druid circles, and ordinary believers of various countries to observe the ceremony and fast for a month…”

“Then there is a three-day blessing ceremony for young girls, pregnant women, and old women…”

“Then there will be a meeting with envoys representing the temple, nobles from various countries, wizard associations, and other forces. There will also be a week-long sacramental parade…”

The Son of God’s blessing ceremony was so complicated and time-consuming that it made Ailin’s scalp tingle.

But think about it, as the largest religion in the northern continent, the confirmation of the Son of God is a once-in-a-century event and cannot be taken lightly.

“What? Didn’t you have any objections before?” Ianna frowned in dissatisfaction.

“But…” Arryn looked back at Vesemir, “We have to go back to Kaer Morhen tomorrow…”

Go back to Kaer Morhen tomorrow… Ianna’s brows knitted tighter, and there was some dissatisfaction in her tone: “What is so urgent that I have to go back tomorrow?”

The three demon hunters’ eyes fell on Evans at the same time.

“Is it related to this human?” Tissaia de Vries’s eyes lingered on Evans for a moment with interest, and then she interrupted, “Charming Mind, this should be the Axis Sign of your demon hunters, so who is this person?”

“You actually brought him here. It seems that I am not the only one looking for you. You seem to be looking for me too…”

Ailin, whose mind was distracted by the Holy Son Ceremony, then remembered that they came here because Tissaia de Vris called them.

and……

Aelin glanced at Filba Ehrhart, not wanting to meet her gaze.

Not only did Philba Ehrhardt not dodge at all when she was discovered being stared at, but she raised her eyebrows and looked him in the eye openly with a burning and somewhat provocative gaze.

The black agate in the ravine seemed to flash a hazy magical glow.

Ailin naturally looked away.

Philba Ehrhart came here on behalf of the Wizarding Society. Does that mean this matter is related to the Wizarding Society?
It was impossible to separate Philba Ehrhart from her patrolling duty at the Coven and come to the Temple of Meliteli just to get to know them.

Ailin asked, “Ms. Tissaia, do you have something to talk to me about?”

“Our business is not urgent,” Tishaya de Vries adjusted the lace on her left sleeve and said with interest, “Let’s talk about yours first.”

We… Ailin looked at Ianna thoughtfully.

Ianna and Nenneke both shook their heads cryptically.

What was so mysterious that Tissaia de Vris didn’t even tell the host… Ailin frowned slightly.

But after all, they were asking for help, and after organizing his words in his mind, he was about to tell them about his experiences last night.

“Let me do it…” Dante suddenly said, “I have experienced it myself and know it more completely than Arryn.”

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Ailin’s face.

“fair enough.”

Ailin nodded. He really didn’t know how Dante, Hughes, Bonte and Fred got to Monte Cavo or how they were deceived.

“This is Dante,” Ailin introduced briefly, “the master witcher of the Wolf School. The Hughes that Lysa rescued yesterday evening is his traveling apprentice.”

Dante had a greater gift for storytelling than Vesemir, and it didn’t take him long to put the whole thing in context.

He suppressed his anger as a victim, and spoke calmly and moderately, without any emotional expression, only objective statements.

Ianna and Nenneke’s faces became uglier and uglier as the story progressed.

As members of the Wizarding Society, Tissaia de Vris and Filba Ehrhart had surprisingly few emotional fluctuations.

They neither defended their colleagues nor became angry about what happened to the three witchers. They just listened calmly.

until……

“Wait!” Filba Ehrhardt suddenly interrupted Dante. “You were talking about Ronnie Dickinson. You said you killed Ronnie Dickinson of the Risberg Civil Partnership?”

Dante, who was interrupted, frowned and nodded: “Yes, Ronnie Dickinson, but we didn’t kill him. I killed him. Arlin was dealing with other wizards at the time…”

This was a confession that the three witcher masters of the Wolf School had agreed on in advance. To be more precise, it was a confession that Vesemir and Dante agreed on in advance and forced Erin to write down.

“wrong.”

Tissaya de Vris, who had remained silent the whole time, pursed her thin crimson lips and frowned in denial.

“I know Ronnie Dickinson,” she glanced at Dante, “you can’t kill him!”

Filba Ehrhart also nodded and said, “Ronnie Dickinson is a member of the High Council and a rare practical person in the Lisberg Civil Partnership. He has been a winner in various magic duels since he was an apprentice of Ban Ade.”

“Aretusa’s apprentices who specialize in air and lightning spells are still using the two sets of books he compiled, “On the Application of Air Spells in Practical Combat” and “Air Spell Practical Combat Model”, for practical training and specialized spell selection…”

“He is in his own laboratory, surrounded by five or six wizards, not to mention that they must have valuable instant trigger gems on them…”

Filba Ehrhart said nothing more, but her meaning was obvious.

Dante, whose strength was questioned, naturally had a bad face. He had a dark face and patiently explained:

“They were careless and didn’t bring the instant trigger gem.”

“And there’s no need for me to fabricate the death of a powerful wizard. I’m a witcher from the Wolf School, and I don’t accept commissions to kill people.”

“Besides, what happened in Drakenberg will always spread…”

Philba Ehrhart was silent.

No matter how bizarre or impossible it is, it cannot defeat the fact.

Whether it was carelessness or arrogance, if the fact of Ronnie Dickinson’s death was true, it would be known sooner or later.

Perhaps Ronnie Dickinson’s actual combat skills have declined since he became a member of the High Council and moved to the backstage to conduct research and experiments…

Just as she was thinking this…

“No,” Tishaya de Vries adjusted the ring on her finger, “Ronnie Dickinson should have been killed by you, but it was not you who killed him.”

Dante’s expression was somewhat ugly: “Ms. Tishaya, what are you talking about? If it’s not me, then who else could it be…”

“Is that so, Arryn?” Tissaia de Vris ignored Dante and looked directly at Arryn.

“What?!!” Philba Ehart was stunned for a moment and then exclaimed.

She never expected that what the dean was questioning was not Ronnie Dickinson’s life or death, but who killed him.

But how is this possible? This witcher named Aelin is younger than she is.

Philba Ehrhardt couldn’t believe it.

Of course, she had heard Tissaia de Vreis briefly talk about Arryn’s deeds, and she also knew that he had faced hundreds of demons, tamed a great griffin, and expelled an evil god…

But stories are stories, and people are people.

There is always some water in the story, like the letter of introduction that Tissaia de Vris wrote to her when she took up the job of inspecting warlocks in the Wizarding Society.

The achievements and projects are certainly true, but the comments about the projects “playing a certain role” and “playing a great role” are quite untrue, not to mention the “spontaneous” feedback and evaluations from the locals after inspecting some small places.

She herself would feel embarrassed and blush when she heard many of them.

And when a real character suddenly appears in the “story”, it seems that everything has a scale at this moment.

She had never encountered hundreds of demons, had only seen the model of the great griffin in the wizard’s meeting, and had never fought against a real evil god.

These certainly sound impressive, but they are too light, like clouds floating in the sky, seemingly huge but actually very light.

Just like those dragon-slaying stories in knight novels and those fantasy fables, use some intelligence and wisdom to find the “weakness” that “no one” knows about and the right partner, and she can do it.

It’s just a pity that she didn’t meet him.

But she knew Ronnie Dickinson.

She knew Ronnie Dickinson in a way that Ronnie Dickinson didn’t know her.

She had attended the class taught by Ronnie Dickinson, who was invited by the college, and had carefully studied the textbooks he compiled. She also sat in the back and middle of the “circle” at the annual conference and saw him sitting in the core seat and making powerful speeches…

When we passed each other, I experienced Ronnie Dickinson’s hidden magical power that was as vast as a mountain and an ocean.

That is a huge gap that is extremely real and within reach.

Let’s say that.

Now, Ronnie Dickinson can easily deal with her without using a staff.

The huge contrast is like a chasm that makes people feel extremely divided.

and so……

How could this demon hunter, who was only fourteen years old, be more powerful than her?

Unconsciously, Philba Ehrhardt straightened her back and stared at the figure carrying two swords.

long silence.

Ailin sighed and nodded slightly: “Yes, it’s me.”

Vesemir and Dante also took it for granted.

So many people in the entire Drakenberg saw Dante carrying him into the tower, and given that their identities could not be hidden, how could they possibly hide it from someone like Tissaia de Vris who had seen his strength?

This morning he was still lamenting that the information gap advantage would probably only last another half a year, but he didn’t expect it to become ineffective so soon.

Surprisingly, Tissaia de Vries did not dwell on the fact that Arlin killed Ronnie Dickinson. She seemed to not care about the life or death of a member of the High Council of the Wizarding Society. Instead, she looked at Evans.

“So he is…”

“He is the administrator of Drakenberg,” said Ayling, “the Redanian noble who plotted against the witcher, Evans.”

The candlesticks on the stone wall were torn into long, thin golden threads by the wind.

The entire reception room fell silent again.

The three witchers “invited” a Redalian nobleman, certainly not to invite him to visit the beautiful scenery of the Temple of Meliteli, and they brought this reception room not because they couldn’t hide it in time.

Nenneke was silent for a long time, then asked, “What are you going to do with him?”

“In the presence of all of you and Duke Mason, we will find out who is behind this and kill him.”

“Do you know what this means?” Philba Ehrhart couldn’t help but ask.

“Of course!” Ailin nodded calmly. “On the way back, we have already thought through all the consequences.”

There was another moment of silence.

“Whose idea?” Ianna asked expressionlessly.

Arryn raised his hand to stop Vesemir and Dente, and looked into Ianna’s old but bright eyes. “My, Sister Ianna, this is my idea. I convinced Vesemir and Dente to agree.”

“You really know this…”

“Filba.” Tissaia de Vries patted Filba Ehrhart on the shoulder.

“But…” Philba Ehrhart couldn’t help but speak out with a regretful tone.

After this “of course”, the chance to stand at the pinnacle of power in the entire Northern Continent is gone…

No matter how powerful the Temple of Meliteli is, there is no way they would allow a demon hunter who has offended Redalia to become their Holy Son.

It is impossible for Ianna to favor this demon hunter for inexplicable reasons.

Moreover, how could a mere Wolf School withstand the hostility of so many powerful forces?

Philba Ehrhart felt sad that the rights she had dreamed of and longed for were abandoned by others.

“He has made his decision.”

After interrupting Filba Erhart, Tissaia de Vries gazed into those blue eyes:
“Why do you think I would also bear witness for you witchers?”

“I owe you a favor to Elland and the Temple of Meliteli, but not to Aretuza…”

“in addition……”

“Ronnie Dickinson is a member of the High Council of the Wizarding Society, and I am the Speaker of the Supreme Council of the Wizarding Society. Shouldn’t I avenge the warlocks who died at your hands?”

As soon as Tissaia de Vris finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire conference hall suddenly became unpredictable.

Filba Ehrhart stood up straight and sidled up to her mentor.

Vesemir and Dante, two witcher masters of the Wolf School, immediately became alert, and the fingers of their right hands twitched instinctively.

The school badge did not ring, but the badge would not alert to all magical forces. Powerful warlocks were the exception.

And Tissaia de Vris has already surpassed the realm of powerful.

But Ailin did not move. He just lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, as if thinking about the reason for persuasion:

“Because you are Tissaia de Vries.”

He looked directly into the sorceress’s eyes, which seemed to be glowing with powerful magic:
“Because you, as the dean of Aretuza and the elder of the wizard association, took the risk to rescue Elland from the threat of the evil god with the sorceresses of the academy for the sake of the ancient Novigrad Alliance. At the same time, no other forces came.”

“Because you once told me…”

“The Northern Continent needs the power of order more than ever, and the power of order needs to be maintained…”

(End of this chapter)