Geron looked at Mossak. His apprentice had already stated his request in the letter. He hoped that he could share the information about the secondary mutation of the witcher with the druid in front of him, and help research methods to increase the success rate of the witcher's mutation, as well as formulas to make the existing witchers stronger.

There is no problem with these. Improving the success rate of mutation is a long-term research topic in all schools of demon hunters. They will not let go of any opportunity. It is always good to have more forces to tackle difficult problems together.

The druid in front of him was said to be Lann's teacher and elder, so he could barely be considered one of his own, and his status was suitable. If he could be won over, the Griffin School would have a resident mage again.

But Jielong always felt a little jealous.

He was clearly the apprentice that he had reserved - even if he had arrived first - but he had clearly agreed to come to Kel Siren for training!

Now not only has the itinerary been changed, but an old elder has also been invited to learn the skills of a witcher. What is the purpose of this, huh?

Kelda had been watching Jaron's mood changes during this period. He knew what was in Jaron's mind without even thinking about it, and took the initiative to step forward and send Mossak away.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kelda. I was the teacher in charge of imparting knowledge about monsters at the Griffin School, and I'm also the heir of all the magic knowledge at the Griffin School today. I think we can have a good exchange about magic and mutation experiments."

Mossak glanced at Lan and Geron and nodded slightly. He had never heard Lan mention Kelda, but the strong magical fluctuations and scholarly aura emanating from the other party could not be faked. At this time, business was more important.

Watching Mossack and Kelda go aside, although Lan knew about the existence of a witcher named Kelda in his previous life, this old witcher basically only lived in the background story, and he knew nothing about this person.

Perhaps seeing Lann's confusion, Geron took the initiative to explain: "Kelda was the only survivor of the avalanche that destroyed the school. After that, he never left and only wandered around the towns around the castle, guarding the ruins of Kel Siren from being invaded by adventurers and tomb robbers. He was outside when I came back last time, so I didn't know he was still alive."

Lan En was secretly shocked when he heard this.

Wow, another master-level demon hunter who is similar to Vesemir? And according to the Griffin School's emphasis on magic signs, this Kelda is a rare magic scholar among demon hunters. This person is probably a 100-year-old warlock.

A secondary mutated demon hunter who awakened his demonic physique; a master demon hunter who has studied magical knowledge for hundreds of years; plus a demon hunter lord with ancient blood.

What's this sudden swelling feeling?

Looking at the unexpected son in front of him who didn't know what he was thinking, Jielong spoke first with complicated eyes: "Lan En, I heard about your country. I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

Lann pulled himself out of his thoughts and shook his head: "There is nothing we can do about this. The war between countries is not something any of us can influence. All I can do now is to protect my only family and not let the efforts of those who sacrificed their lives go to waste. That's why I wrote you that letter.

I would like to know your opinion on the proposal I made in my letter. "

In the letter, Lann not only proposed to share the improved witcher formula with Mossak, but also elaborated on the idea of ​​rebuilding the witcher cult as mentioned to Geralt.

The only difference is that he told Geralt that Cintra had obtained the griffin, but told Geralt that Cintra had obtained the wolf.

But even so, Geron still refused: "I didn't expect that the only two heirs of a country would become the accidental children of two schools... Fate is really strange. But the Griffin School will not intervene in politics, and Kael Siren still needs me to rebuild. Your country can only rely on yourself."

The support of a country might be valuable to the schools of wolves, cats, and snakes, but during the heyday of the Griffin School, there were endless invitations from kings and politicians. Geron in the Golden Age had truly seen the world.

Moreover, his cognition is still stuck in the witcher of a hundred years ago, which has not been completely changed. He has not yet experienced enough social beatings. If it were Kelda, he might have agreed.

Although Jielong values ​​Lann, his only disciple, he will not spoil him too much. Traveling the continent is a compulsory course for every demon hunter. The content of Lann's travel is just a little different from that of others.

Unless Lann is in real danger of life and needs emergency help, Jielong has no intention of coming out.

Cleaning up and rebuilding the Kael Sirens was his top priority. Having missed the defense of the Kael Sirens and lost all his comrades, Jaron had already made up his mind to devote the rest of his life to the Kael Sirens.

"However, your course is indeed a problem. I cannot let an untrained demon hunter wander around the mountain."

Jeron looked at Lan and said, "I'll leave the magic notebook for communication with you. If you encounter any problems outside, you can write them down and ask me for answers at any time. Also..."

Geron turned slightly to reveal the table behind him, which was filled with various bombs and potions.

"That huge avalanche destroyed the school's library, and the warlocks returned in disappointment. They seemed to be too concerned about their dignity and did not dig out the things under the snow. Although most of the finished magic props and equipment have been destroyed, there are still a lot of materials..."

Lann stepped forward, and even he was dazzled by the densely packed things on the table for a moment—

Bundles of various bombs, in addition to the familiar honeycomb, dancing star, dragon dream, moon dust, and demon-blocking gold bombs, there are also [North Wind] that can freeze the enemy and [Demon Dust] that can release poisonous gas. These bombs are not only numerous, but also look like they are upgraded high-end goods, which are incomparable to the ones Geralt can use.

In addition, there were bundles of various potions, and Geron was introducing them:

"There are also these [Tawny Owl] that can quickly replenish magic power and physical strength, [Thunder] that enhances muscle strength, [Mapore Forest] that speeds up the production of adrenaline, and [Patrice Elixir] that enhances the strength of the seal..."

At this point, Jielong was a little annoyed. "Biological materials will deteriorate badly even if buried in the snow, so I don't have mutants to make decoctions. After receiving your letter, I have been refining these things with Kelda, and I don't have enough time to hunt monsters for mutants. I will write you the specific process of making decoctions. When you get the materials, you can tell me, and I will open a portal to pick you up and ask you to boil it..."

"Oh, and there's sword oil. But the materials for making sword oil have all gone bad. I've written down the recipes for you. I heard you say that you're very close to the Wolf Clan, and they're better at this. You can discuss the production methods with them..."

Jeron kept talking on and on, and told Lan how toxic the potions were and how to match the dosage for drinking at one time.

"My secondary mutation awakened my magical talent, which seems to be reflected in you as well. I am currently learning about magic from Kedar. He has a wealth of knowledge, and after we have sorted it out together, we will compile it into a book for you. You must remember to learn as well..."

Lann watched all this in silence, and suddenly said, "Jeroen, teacher...when I finish my work in Cintra, I will organize people to help you rebuild the Kel Siren. You and Kelda can't handle it alone. I am also a member of the Griffin School, don't worry, I will not stand idly by."

Jeron smiled nonchalantly, "Take care of your own affairs first. There is no such thing as a trivial matter between countries. Don't worry about me and Kelda. After all, neither of us has anything else to do. It doesn't matter if it takes a few years, a dozen years, dozens of years, or even hundreds of years. Demon hunters have a long lifespan, and you'll know that later."

"As for your Demon Hunter Order..." Geron pondered for a while and sighed, "The Griffin School does not participate in politics, but can help its comrades. I just learned that Kelda also has a disciple traveling outside. If you meet him, you can go and help him. His name is..."

…

At the outermost edge of Kaedwen, among the Blue Mountains and above the River Gwenrich, this is a corner of the civilized world. Like the Sirens of Cair, it is a "forgotten land" in maps and books.

Kaer Morhen, the headquarters of the Wolf Faction Witchers, is located here.

Since Yennefer had never been here before, she was unable to accurately locate the Witcher Castle. They were only teleported to the easternmost part of Kaedwen that Yennefer knew, and the rest of the journey had to be done by crossing mountains and hills on horseback.

Only now had they truly reached their destination.

The horseshoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the stone pavement in the courtyard. The castle gate was pushed open, attracting the attention of the witchers who were drinking and chatting inside.

Looking at Geralt and his group, everyone had smiles on their faces of varying degrees and meanings.

Ciri counted silently in her mind: one, two, three, four. They all had amber cat eyes, and they were all witchers. This was the first time she had seen so many witchers.

If they were all at Geralt's level, they could probably massacre a town or even a small city in a day if they gathered together.

They sat in a disorderly manner, but they were all centered around an old witcher with white hair and beard. It was difficult for Ciri to judge the old witcher's appearance. Ciri had only seen this strong contrast of a gloomy appearance but a high-spirited temperament in Mossak.

At this moment, the old witcher stood up and walked towards the people who had just arrived at Kaer Morhen, opened his arms and hugged Geralt tightly, then smiled at Ciri.

There was a scar on his face in the same position as Geralt's, passing through his left eye, but when he smiled at this moment, Ciri felt friendly.

“Hello, my name is Vesemir. Are you Ciri, Geralt’s unexpected child?

I didn't expect that he would really bring you back. There must be a lot of stories behind it. Geralt, why are you still standing there like an idiot? Don't you see that the child and the lady are already exhausted? Do you still want me to serve you soup like a father taking care of a child? "

Geralt, who had always had a blank expression on his face outside, now curled his lips in an exaggerated manner.

Before leaving to prepare the tableware, he pointed to two of the witchers present and briefly introduced them to Ciri:

One of them had short hair and a scar running from the corner of his right eye to his cheek. At this moment, an unpleasant smile was dancing on the scar. Geralt said, "He is Lambert, a bastard."

Lambert hit back bluntly: "I am also very happy to see that you are back alive, White Wolf. I am even happier to see that you have finally decided to be a father and have two daughters in one go."

Geralt ignored him and introduced another witcher to Ciri. He was wearing riveted leather armor with a red background and gray patterns. He had the most exaggerated scars on his face. The three or four scars on the left side of his face almost completely tore the corners of his mouth and eyes:

"This is Eskar, you might like him in the future."

Eskar didn't say anything, just nodded over here.

What about the other person? Ciri looked at the fourth witcher at the table, the only one without a scar on his face.

Geralt didn't seem to know him, and this witcher's temperament was out of tune with the other witchers present.

His half-long hair was neatly tied into a bun at the back of his head, his face and head were clean, and his clothes were very neat. Although not as elegant as those in the city, he was much more elegant than the other mercenaries in the hall, which reminded Ciri of his own palace guards.

Ciri also noticed that he was the only person present who actually "sat" on a chair and used the dining table to eat.

Noticing Ciri's gaze, the witcher stood up and saluted slightly.

"I didn't expect to witness something like this on my first winter visit to Kaer Morhen. It's an honor." He smiled and said, "Hello ladies, I am Coen of Povis."

The witcher badge hanging around his neck was also different from the others, but Ciri recognized it; it was a griffin.