Every Witcher of the School of the Wolf who completes a master feat notifies not only the other Witcher schools (except the School of the Cat) but also familiar nobles.
Henselt, being the King of Kaedwen, naturally falls within this circle of notification. For certain reasons, he pays particular attention to the School of the Wolf. He remembers the names of every master Witcher from the School of the Wolf very clearly.
Moreover, Winter has just passed, and the Witchers from Kaer Morhen have likely just come down from the mountains not too long ago. There shouldn't have been any newly promoted Witchers, and no time for any master Witchers to go unnoticed or unreported. So, he was very sure that there was no Witcher master in the School of the Wolf named Allen.
"No Witcher master named Allen?"
Treyse was uncharacteristically surprised when he heard this. They were all Witcher schools within the borders of Kaedwen, and he was very familiar with the abilities of the Witchers from the School of the Wolf.
For them, hunting monsters was always easier than engaging in battles with Witchers from the School of the Cat. A Witcher from the School of the Wolf capable of killing Fredeca and Brett in a head-on fight could easily handle hunting a large monster. It was impossible that he wasn't even a master Witcher.
"Could it be that Guxart heard wrong?"
Treyse wondered.
However, While the name of the master Witcher was important, it wasn't the key issue.
For the three of them, the most troubling part was the fact that the School of the Wolf had gained the powerful combat strength of another master Witcher. This would add many variables to their plan. Thus, after Henselt repeatedly confirmed with Treyse, he frowned and said: "That Allen, I will send someone to investigate the list of participants from the School of the Wolf in the tournament."
"Until then, let's prepare as though there are two master Witchers!"
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In the mountain cabin.
"They've left?"
Just after sending off Francesca, a childish voice came from behind. Allen turned around. The eldest of the children, Lysa, the orphan of Viscount Hudson, emerged from the cabin. The Witcher nodded.
"Why aren't you resting?"
"I couldn't sleep," Lysa shook her head.
She hesitated for a few seconds and asked: "Granny Asha once said that Witchers are the strongest warriors in the world…"
"So…"
Lysa clenched her fists.
"Can I become a Witcher?"
Allen remained silent.
Sadia had already made arrangements for the daughter of their benefactor.
Lysa, who was now an orphan and a thorn in the king's side, couldn't grow up as a noble as she was originally meant to. Once the young half-elves reached Kaer Morhen, the School of the Wolf would arrange for someone to escort her to the temple of the goddess Melitele.
Sadia had some connections in the temple and could arrange for Lysa to study there.
In Sadia's mind, Lysa's future should involve becoming a priestess, a healer, or an herbalist…
Becoming a Witcher wasn't on the table.
However...
Lysa clearly had her own thoughts. Allen could sense the burning flames of vengeance in her young, clear eyes.
"You're too old!"
"Becoming a Witcher at this age, enduring the harsh trials and mutations, would be a death sentence."
Allen lied.
While it was true that the older one was, the lower the chance of surviving the Trial of the Grasses, The creators of the Witchers had turned to children because adults had an extremely high mortality rate. However, with the introduction of the essence extracted from Drowner hearts.
Mary frequently sent him messages via messenger birds, informing him of changes in the Witcher apprentices.
The physical modification time during the Trial of Choices had shortened, the success rate of mutation during the Trial of the Grasses had increased significantly, and the Trial of Dreams had almost become a mere formality.
The only thing was that the School of the Wolf had yet to produce a female Witcher, so they hadn't tested the safety of the mutations in women. In fact, Lysa's chances of becoming a Witcher weren't low. However, He didn't intend to let her go down that path.
After all, aside from the promise he had made to Sadia. Knowing Lysa's tragic past, he couldn't bear to let a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, with no parents and nowhere to turn, just escape one pit of fire only to leap into another.
As a Witcher, he knew this wasn't an easy path to walk.
The Temple of Melitele was her best destination.
Lysa fell silent upon hearing this. She gave the Witcher a blank look, then turned around without a word and returned to the cabin.
"Phew~"
Watching the young girl's figure disappear behind the door, Allen let out a long breath and stopped thinking too much about it.
He sat cross-legged in front of the cabin and took out a gemstone.
"Ding!"
"Fragment of the Gate of Ard Gaeth detected, do you want to absorb it?"
Absorb!
At the moment his mind made the selection,
The gemstone floated up from Allen's palm and then disappeared into thin air.
[Ding! Absorbing Fragment of the Gate of Ard Gaeth...]
[Ding! You have acquired the skill: Spatial Mastery LV1]
[Ding! Absorbing Fragment of the Gate of Ard Gaeth...]
[Ding! You have acquired the skill: Blink LV1]
[Ding! Absorbing Fragment of the Gate of Ard Gaeth...]
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As if the bell had rung in his mind, a rush of warm energy spread from his forehead throughout his body.
"Buzz~"
The wolf medallion hummed softly. The space around him seemed to respond with faint tremors. At the same time, A flood of knowledge about space surged into Allen's mind.
About two minutes later,
The bodily transformation and infusion of knowledge finally stopped. Allen opened his eyes. The oak tree swayed in the evening wind. Countless translucent threads crisscrossed before his eyes. The Witcher moved his mind, nudging with his mental energy.
In an instant,
"Swish!"
With a soft sound, A Witcher with two swords on his back appeared beneath the oak tree.
"This... is Blink?"
Allen stared dazedly at the clearly visible texture of the bark on the oak tree right in front of him. His heart pounded, and an indescribable feeling of immense joy surged within him.
Spatial Blink!
"I can actually use a spatial skill!"
Before absorbing the Fragment of the Gate of Ard Gaeth, he hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise.
How powerful could a Witcher who could blink be?
Allen could hardly imagine. With a thought, he opened his Witcher Journal.
[Name: Allen]
[Level: 41]
[Special Skills: Monster Hunt LV3, Appraisal LV2, Tracking LV1, Spatial Mastery LV1]
[Special Skill Points: 4]
[Skills: Blink LV1...]
Indeed.
The newly acquired Spatial Mastery and Blink were not the same kind of skill. Spatial Mastery was a passive skill. It was the warm energy that had emerged from his forehead just now. It allowed Allen to sense spatial fluctuations and potentially use his magic to manipulate them. It was also a prerequisite skill for Blink.
In other words, to enhance Blink, he first needed to use special skill points to increase the level of Spatial Mastery.
[Ding! 3 Special Skill Points consumed]
[Ding! Your skill: Spatial Mastery LV1 has been upgraded to Spatial Mastery LV4]
[Ding! Consumed Small Experience Orb*310]
[Ding! Your skill: Blink LV1 has been upgraded to Blink LV4 (0/10000)]
There was no hesitation. He directly maxed out the Blink skill!
The chaotic "ding" sounds echoed as another flood of warm energy surged from his forehead, once again transforming Allen's body.
At that moment...
Allen, due to his sudden improvement in spatial control, was now floating in mid-air. Silver, symbolizing the magic of space, suddenly appeared within his mutated organs, flowing through every thread of magic lines that extended from them.
[Ding! You've gained two points in spatial affinity.]
"There are benefits like this too!"
Allen was overjoyed.
The ten points in elemental affinity had proved useful when facing Witchers from the Cat School. Now, with an additional two points in spatial affinity, Allen was one step closer to the level where only silver swords could break through his defenses.
After a while.
The transformation was complete. All the memories from the upgraded Blink were fully absorbed. The initial radius of three meters for the Blink skill had now expanded to twelve meters.
At the same time, LV4 had also added a special effect: any targets in the path of the Blink would become unsteady due to spatial fluctuations.
A divine skill!
Allen had no other words to describe it. However, This time, he didn't impulsively use Blink again. Because the skill came at a cost for him right now. He took out the amulet of the goddess Melitele from his chest.
In addition to the two large black burn marks from before, there was now a small burn mark added to the silver amulet of the goddess. This burn mark had appeared right after using the Blink skill.
It was likely the result of an attack from that evil deity with the giant eyeball, though the attack wasn't strong enough due to the short duration of the traversal.
"Even though the amulet of the goddess Melitele should still be able to withstand another three or four uses of Blink before drawing the evil god's corruption…"
"But as soon as the Apprentice Tournament is over, I must immediately head to Ellander."
Allen frowned. The threat posed by the evil god slightly dampened the excitement of his power boost.
Additionally, After the upgrade, the amount of experience orbs the Witcher currently had left was only 13 small experience orbs and 6 regular experience orbs.
Whew~
He let out a long breath, calming his emotions.
"Ida Emean was right. The fragment of Ard Gaeth's Gate is truly what I desire and need the most right now."
"A spatial evasion skill plus two points in spatial affinity, my strength has skyrocketed."
"And…"
Allen mentally opened the Witcher's logbook.
[Ding! Absorbing the fragment of Ard Gaeth's Gate…]
Even after all these benefits, the fragment had not been fully absorbed yet!
"I've gained so much!" Allen sighed in amazement.
With the upgrade complete, it was naturally time to handle the spoils from killing the Great Wraith.
[Inventory: Great Wraith's Purification Orb1, Great Wraith's Treasure Chest3]
The interface switched to the inventory.
[Ding! Do you want to open the three Great Wraith's Treasure Chests?]
Gripping the amulet of the goddess Melitele tightly.
Allen made his decision with a thought. Instantly, one purple and two white lights flashed before him.
[Obtained: Great Wraith's Purification Orb1, Experience Orbs2]
Hmm, not bad.
At least there was a purple item. Plus, both experience orbs and the Great Wraith's Purification Orb were very useful. Allen thought to himself.
Without hesitation, he proceeded.
[Ding! Do you want to use the two Great Wraith's Purification Orbs?]
The moment he clicked with his thoughts, a cold sensation almost instantly froze his brain. His senses cleared instantly, as if he had just climbed out of a murky lake.
[Attributes: Strength 32, Agility 31, Constitution 34, Perception 32 (+4), Mystique 41]
One Great Wraith's Purification Orb could increase perception by two points, four times the effect of a regular spirit.
Allen's perception was no longer his weak point!
The Witcher closed his eyes, Listening carefully to the surrounding sounds. The increase in perception wasn't immediately visible at night. However, the enhancement in hearing could be felt right away.
Rustle~ rustle~
The night wind blew, and the leaves rustled against each other.
Whoosh~ whoosh~
Waves rose and fell in the small lake, lapping against the stones on the shore. Listening even more closely.
Hiss~ hiss~ hiss~
Spring insects moved through the soil, pushing and burrowing through the earth. Then, in the next second.
Sigh~
Allen let out a light breath. He could hear a child sleeping soundly in the cabin and a girl softly sobbing. Hatred wouldn't disappear just because he rejected it. After denying Lysa's intention to become a Witcher, Allen wasn't sure if Lysa would truly follow Sadia's plan.
Would she, in the temple of the goddess Melitele, be able to dispel the hatred in her heart and become a revered priestess or doctor?
However, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Damn you, Henselt!"
Allen cursed in his heart.
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The next morning.
After sorting out the rewards from recent battles the night before, Allen didn't go inside to disturb anyone. He sat outside the wooden cabin and began meditating.
Bang!
The familiar sound pulled the Witcher out of his meditation.
"Lady Vera!"
Allen exclaimed in surprise.
The orange-yellow portal opened, and the sorceress stepped out one foot at a time. Last night, Allen had been wondering how to sneak back into Viscount Hudson's abandoned mine again and ask for her help to send these half-elves back to Kaer Morhen. He didn't expect the sorceress to come directly.
"Good morning!"
The sorceress smiled and greeted Allen.
"Good morning, Lady Vera!"
Allen cheerfully responded. Judging by the sorceress's expression, the sneaky Cat School Witchers hiding in the mining team last night didn't manage to harm their leader. But he still asked: "Those Witchers last night…"
"Don't worry, Sol is fine," the sorceress smiled.
With that, the last of Allen's worries vanished. Spatial skills, friendship with the elves, rock trolls, improved perception, and the mirage pearl…
Most importantly, aside from the forces of King of Kaedwen, no one else had died…
"The first contract I took after leaving Kaer Morhen was really worth it," Allen thought to himself.
"But while nothing happened this time, that may not be the case next time."
The sorceress's smile faded.
"Huh?" Allen was momentarily confused, "There's going to be a next time?"
The sorceress nodded.
"Sol was invited by Henselt to discuss a plan to deal with the elves."
"However, the Wolf School's neutrality has always been clear, so Sol's real intent was to buy time for the School."
Hearing this.
Allen, who had already made a deal with the elves, felt slightly uneasy.
"Of course, now we understand…"
"Henselt probably invited Sol knowing he would refuse, only to find an opportunity to quietly kill him."
Allen thought for a moment and asked:
"So, by 'next time,' you mean…"
The sorceress rubbed her forehead and sighed:
"Last night, the assassination by the Cat School Witchers didn't happen."
"But afterwards, Henselt enthusiastically invited Sol to stay for the upcoming apprentice competition between your two schools."
Allen's expression turned grim:
"And the leader agreed?"
The sorceress nodded, her face slightly troubled: "If he hadn't agreed, you all would be in danger."
"So…"
"Are you sure you still want to participate in this apprentice competition? Can't you just…"
"Allen! Who is she?"
A crisp voice from inside the cabin interrupted the sorceress.
The sorceress turned to see a beautiful young girl stepping out of the rundown cabin. She shot a peculiar look at Allen and asked: "Shouldn't it be an elf?"
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