Vesemir was slightly stunned, but he recovered quickly. Witcher apprentices were not allowed to "visit relatives". Apprentices were not allowed to leave the mountain for decades after arriving at the base camp until they were trained.
Although the Wolf Clan has decided to move to Cintra, Kaer Morhen is not abandoned. Not to mention the unique elemental rings here, many supporting combat training grounds, equipment, and even the unique mountain terrain are all indispensable parts of the witcher training. Ciri's future training will still be carried out in Kaer Morhen.
In Lann and Vesemir's original plan, the school in Cintra would be more like a new headquarters, and Kaer Morhen would be transformed into a base for logistics and apprentice training. The main members of the Wolf School would be stationed in Cintra, and the training teachers would train apprentices in Kaer Morhen - if new apprentices were added in the future - and after the apprentices graduated, they would start their career as witchers in Cintra.
In short, it was necessary for Ciri to continue her training at Kaer Morhen.
But Ciri is special after all, and now that Lann has spoken, and the reasons he gave are so impeccable, Vesemir naturally has no choice but to give up.
The old witcher pretended to think for a while under the expectant eyes of the little girl, and smiled: "Okay then!"
Ciri immediately jumped up and hugged Vesemir, causing him to burst into laughter.
…
As the night was getting darker, Yennefer left her seat after finishing her meal, and after giving Geralt a look that said "come back early", she walked away.
Seeing that the witchers seemed to have endless topics to talk about, Triss quickly got up and left, taking Ciri away with her, leaving the table for the men.
Even if they didn't leave, everyone would still use obscene language without any hesitation; but their departure at this time still made people feel a lot more at ease - at least that's what Geralt felt.
Vesemir was discussing the relocation of the school with Lann: "We estimate that it will take about half a month to arrive in Cintra. A lot of experimental equipment, weapons, potions and other things need to be sorted out to see which ones are suitable to take away and which ones are suitable to leave behind."
The old witcher shook his head: "After all, the castle is too big, and there are too few of us. In fact, no one has been to places like the cellar and the forge for decades."
Lan nodded to show his understanding. Then he suddenly said, "If that's the case, Kaer Morhen actually has quite a few treasures."
Seeing Vesemir's expression as if to say "Do you know Kaer Morhen better than I do?", Lann smiled and said, "You can think of it as the predictive ability of the Ancient Blood, which allowed me to see some visions."
"Kaer Morhen was once attacked by a mob instigated by warlocks, right? I want to say that I am very sorry... but from what I saw, the Wolf Faction Demon Hunters and the stationed mages hid the equipment blueprints that the school was researching at the last minute during the riot. Perhaps you can find it."
Vesemir, who had never changed his expression even after drinking strong liquor, suddenly blushed: "School equipment blueprint?"
For the Wolf School, which can now be described as a "remnant", a set of equipment blueprints is of great significance. Not only can it significantly improve combat effectiveness, but it also means the continuation of the school's heritage.
Lann affirmed: "Yes, and if I'm not mistaken, it's a complete set. Go and have a look in the surrounding ruins, and you'll gain something. But you may need some magical help, because the resident warlocks used all their strength to make magical disguises at the last moment. Some of the undead spirits of the school who died with their eyes open may also be able to give you hints..."
Upon hearing this, Vesemir, who was originally delighted, calmed down a little bit, and even showed disappointment: "I have always used the reason of not having enough manpower to not clean up the ruins... In fact, I don't want to face the disaster that happened in the past. I didn't expect that everyone didn't give up at the last moment, and I..."
Seeing the old witcher's look, Mossak patted him on the shoulder and consoled him: "And you have continued the school of thought on your own, Vesemir, and you will continue to do so."
After learning about the story of the Wolf School, the old druid really admired Vesemir, especially after combining his own recent experience in supporting Cintra. He even developed a sense of sympathy for Vesemir, who was leading the school alone.
"If you need magical support, you can contact me at any time." The old druid smiled, "After Vissekid joins forces with us, I will be able to relax a little and spend more time on magic."
Vesemir quickly adjusted his state and thanked Lann for giving him the news.
Lann smiled and said, "After you find the blueprints, you can bring them back to Cintra and we will pay for you to make them. It just so happens that we have a blacksmith and a magic enchanter."
But that's not all.
After giving the news of the equipment blueprint, Lann continued to talk nonstop: "In addition, I also saw a group of demon hunters making equipment in the mine. Some of the high-end stuff has not been taken away. You can go and get it back. But be careful of the elemental life guards there. It's best to form a team. That should have happened during the period of the Demon Hunter Cult, because I think Kaer Morhen Castle had not been fully built at that time..."
"I also saw a demon hunter being chased by a goat-horned demon behind a mountain. He seemed to have a blueprint for a sword and a lot of lost equipment. Vesemir was also in that scene. Maybe you can go check it out. There are a lot of good things in the goat-horned demon's lair..."
"Oh, yes, I also saw a warlock build a greenhouse in a cave, but now because of the disorder of magical energy, that area seems to have turned into an abnormal weather zone with heavy rain. You can go explore it. The warlock should have left a method to restart the greenhouse, which is perfect for growing herbs..."
…
The more Vesemir listened, the more stunned he became.
Mossak was already used to it. He was now particularly satisfied with others looking at Lann with such expressions and eyes. He raised his glass with a smile and said, "Ancient Blood..."
After a long while, Vesemir came back to his senses, raised his glass silently and saluted Lann.
Lan was about to pick up the glass to return the gift when he suddenly realized it was empty.
A hand patted his shoulder, and Lane looked up and saw it was Lambert.
"No more wine?"
Lambert took out two wine bottles with a wicked smile and started mixing the wine into Lane's glass. After a while, he handed it to Lane.
"Try this. I call it 'Iron Gloves'. It is a mixture of strong liquor and white seagull in a one-to-one ratio. I learned how to make it in a village that has no name at all." Lambert laughed, "The ladies have left the table. It's time to drink some men's wine!"
Lann took it without hesitation, greeted Vesemir, and took a sip. He felt a flame flowing down his throat, followed by a large ball of hot air rushing straight to his head.
He shuddered violently and exhaled a breath of hot air: "That's powerful!"
Lambert laughed triumphantly and mixed a cup for each of his companions, which drew a round of praise.
You have to know that White Seagull is the base wine used for alchemy. When mixed with strong liquor, it is more than just "strong enough". The atmosphere at the table immediately rose as fast as the alcohol content of the wine.
"Vesemir, Lan, stop talking about business. Seeing how serious you both looked just now, I don't even feel like drinking anymore. Today we killed the old spearhead, it's time to celebrate desperately and put aside those annoying things!"
…
The Wolf Clan was about to relocate. Although the demon hunters said they had no feelings for this place, they were really going to move to another place, and they couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in their hearts. Looking at the brick and stone patterns around them that had been seen for decades or even nearly a hundred years, everyone gradually became more talkative.
He had basically finished discussing everything with Vesemir, and now looking at the atmosphere around him, to be honest, Lann was enjoying it a bit.
He had never been so relaxed before. Even when he first arrived in Cintra, he was busy completing quests and accepting commissions in the capital, honing his sword skills. After the fall of Cintra, it was even more so. He really fought from beginning to end, interspersed with various heavy political quests and commissions.
There were occasional breaks, but they were not as free as today. Even in taverns or entertainment venues, he would usually drink very restrainedly and watch his attendants and soldiers joke around; there was no way he would sit around the table with a dozen people of equal status and drink and chat freely like today.
He liked this kind of atmosphere and even recalled the feeling he had when playing games in his previous life.
“I want to share a story,” Lane volunteered.
Among demon hunters, the only topics that are popular are hunting and women. If the two are combined, it will be more popular.
"I once received a commission when I was in Toussaint. At that time, I was not a demon hunter yet, but Geralt was there." Lann looked at the white wolf. "A female demon appeared in that country. The Duchess promised us a large sum of money to let us 'eliminate harm for the people'. But guess what? Geralt - tell everyone the rest of the story!"
White Wolf also laughed wantonly: "Later, two knights found us and promised us more money so that we would not care about this matter. They also assured us that the female night demon was harmless and even beneficial to the stability of the country. In the end, they were driven out by Lann together."
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Come to think of it, the female night demon really showed up later and ran into my servants. Unfortunately, I didn't touch her." After Lann returned, Ace and House told Lann about this incident. It was the female night demon who guided them to find the grave of Thomas Moreau.
Eskar smacked his lips and suddenly asked, "The Night Demoness? Is she... still in Toussaint?"
Lan shrugged. "Probably. There are few places like Toussaint that are suitable for them to exist... I think the knights there are a little weak in their steps. Fortunately, Toussaint is a place far away from war."
After hearing this story, Lambert suddenly sat down next to Geralt and patted him on the shoulder.
In the face of White Wolf's puzzled eyes, Lambert said, "Although you didn't complete the commission and get the money, at least you learned a good lesson, didn't you? For example..."
"…Stay away from dangerous women."
The handsome demon hunter looked in the direction where Yennefer had just disappeared, and he was too lazy to conceal the meaning of his words.
The white wolf's happy expression suddenly disappeared.
He pulled his shoulders back and shook off Lambert's hand: "You just don't want to let Yennefer go, right?"
Lambert waved his hand and said matter-of-factly, "Before I was willing to trust her—yes. With all due respect, Geralt, you were willing to go through fire and water for her, but she used you like a tool and threw you away."
As demon hunters traveled across the continent, they inevitably had to deal with spellcasters. The arrogant warlocks had a bad attitude towards demon hunters: they either treated them as tools that could be summoned and dismissed at will, or as high-quality experimental materials.
Even Eskar nodded in agreement with Lambert's words: "Most sorceresses are like this. It's obvious that Yennefer doesn't like us, so why should we take the initiative to please her?"
The brother who had shared life and death with him turned his anger on his lover who was also linked to him by fate, and Bai Lang didn't know how to vent his anger. He could only drink himself up in a depressed mood.
In the end, it was Vesemir who seriously ended the topic: "Don't forget that Yennefer is here to help us, boys! Without her guidance, Ciri would be in danger!"
The demonic source that is not taught will not be able to control the rampaging power in its body, eventually leading to tragedy.
In the original plot, only Geralt and Ciri returned to Kaer Morhen at the beginning. After discovering Ciri's talent for magic, Vesemir invited Triss, who had a good relationship with him, to be Ciri's magic teacher. In the end, Triss found that her knowledge and ability were not enough to teach Ciri, so she asked the White Wolf to seek help from her old lover, Yennefer.
Yes, Triss is different from Yennefer. She has long established a good relationship with the Wolf Clan and is familiar with Vesemir. Her popularity is rare among sorceresses and even among sorcerers.
But this relationship is limited to Vesemir, Eskar and Lambert even have a lot of opinions about Triss. Just like the warlocks are prejudiced against demon hunters, they are also prejudiced against female sorcerers, worried that they will steal Ciri back to the magic school. After all, there was a legend in the early years of the continent that "witches steal talented children late at night."
Seeing his two companions showing disdain, Geralt angrily slammed the table and accused them, "Enough! Look at how you act like love masters, but you have never been with a sorceress!"
Eskar shrugged: "White Wolf, this is the problem. Except for you, none of us has..."
He stopped talking abruptly, as if he remembered something, and suddenly looked in the direction of Lan. Not only him, but the eyes of the whole table were focused on Lan.
The young man with lion eyes paused as he was holding the wine glass, wondering how the fire suddenly burned him.
"Don't play dumb, we all know what happened between you." Lambert jumped to sit next to Lann and patted his shoulder hard. "Anyone can see the way Merigold looks at you, let alone hiding it from our eyes!"
"I say..." Lambert moved closer to Lann and suddenly asked in a low voice, "You will be with Ciri in the future, right? In the future, there will be a queen and a prince, or a king and a queen. In short, you are the official couple, right?"
Lan nodded: "That's right."
"What about you and Merigold?"
“…”
Looking at the silent Lann, Lambert's eyes became dangerous: "Now I think you are a noble, this bad habit..."
In the end, it was Vesemir who rescued Lane.
He slammed the table and said, "Let's stop talking about this. Don't you spend enough money on this outside?"
"Okay, okay." Lambert shrugged helplessly, "Let the handsome white wolf and lion go. They are already looking grumpy and pouting. I can't stand it..."
…
The young witchers were unwilling to talk, and Vesemir shook his head. This was the first time that the three factions of wolf, snake, and griffin gathered together in Kaer Morhen tonight, and it might be the last time, and he didn't want to leave in such a bad mood.
"We have wine, meat, and company. This shouldn't be the atmosphere, boys." Vesemir raised his glass. "Well, let me suggest a game. I learned it from Niubao."
If you think about it, Vesemir met Madame Minorle in Oxburgh, so it seems that he had a lot of experiences during that time.
"One person starts a sentence with 'I have never...' and then follows it with an event. If anyone present does this event, they drink a glass of wine, and then the next person is chosen from those who are drinking." Vesemir smiled, "How about it, boys, do you want to participate?"
Lann suddenly had a strong sense of déjà vu. His intuition told him that if this continued, everyone at the table would be doomed.
But Lambert was already excited: "Of course! I also played this game in Niubao. I'll go first."
Vesemir gestured "please".
After thinking for a moment, Lambert suddenly looked at Lann with a smirk and said, "I have never...slept with Guangmu with a female night demon!"
He seemed to think that Lane had concealed some sequel in Toussaint's previous story, and now he wanted to make Lane look bad.
However, Lane did not move at all, but the sound of helpless toasts came from Lambert's side.
Lambert looked back and saw that Eskar and Vesemir both raised their glasses.
"What's wrong?" Eskar said confidently, "I like women with horns!"
Vesemir shook his head. "Don't ask anything, Lambert."
Lambert felt that he was happier than letting Lann drink: "This is really...hidden, Eskar, Vesemir!"
…
The next round had to be chosen from Vesemir and Eskar. Vesemir shook his head and gave the chance to speak to Eskar.
The scar-faced demon hunter thought about it and came up with an idea: "I have never... woken up after a drinking binge and found myself naked in nothing but a shirt!"
It turns out that this statement has a wide impact.
Vesemir, Geralt, Lambert, Cohen, and even all the members of the Snake Faction picked up their wine glasses.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Lan's look, Cohen shrugged. "Drinking a little more, I don't think it's something particularly ridiculous."
Indeed, compared to the first female night demon incident, this sentence is less lethal.
But Lambert seemed to be showing off: "I have a follow-up. After I woke up, I found that the ** on my body was not mine!"
Not knowing what he was so proud of, everyone shook their heads and ignored him. After a round of negotiation, the right to speak in the next round was given to Geralt.
The White Wolf thought for a moment and came up with an idea: "I have never... jumped out of a girl's window and escaped before dawn!"
After Geralt said this, he realized that he was being too specific - the story of Madame Minore and Vesemir was no longer a secret in the Wolf Clan.
When he turned around, he found that Vesemir had poured himself another glass of wine with a depressed look on his face.
Surprisingly, Lambert followed closely behind.
“Ha.” Geralt was finally happy. “The one who made you flee in panic must be a tough guy!”
Lambert was no longer as excited as before, and there was a sense of loss in his words:
"No…he's my friend, I just don't want to hurt his feelings."
The pure love warrior fell to the ground.
"Oh, you are such a 'good friend'."
Looking at the Wolf Clan that was about to fight again, Lann sighed: "Guys, why don't we stop here, otherwise it will be very awkward to get along with each other in the future..."
The Snake faction, which had already eaten several large melons, had no objection to this, nor did the others.
But Lambert was still Lambert, still Lambert—and he wouldn’t give up.
"One more round, one last round!" Lambert seemed to have gotten drunk. "Let Vesemir come. He drank in every round before, but never spoke. He was the one who proposed this game, so he needs to be compensated!"
Vesemir's face darkened. "Thank you for being so considerate of me, Lambert."
Lan was really worried that the old witcher would crush the wine glass in his hand. He had already overturned his image tonight. Everyone thought that the most ridiculous one should be the famous White Wolf or Lambert who looked the most cynical, but it turned out to be Vesemir who looked the most stable and even kind.
Should we say that this is worthy of the Wolf School’s tradition?
But alcohol might have had an effect. Vesemir was the person who drank the most tonight. At this moment, he actually accepted Lambert's proposal with a red face and started the last round of the game.
"I have never...had anything happen to a woman while I was unconscious!"
Lan's hand suddenly froze.
The memory went back to the time before he became a demon hunter. That night at Brokilon, and the five hundred crowns.
There was no need to try to hide it, because Geralt was there, and the White Wolf had already cast a playful look at him.
Lann sighed and picked up the wine glass. However, to his surprise, another hand beside him made the same movement.
Looking up—it was Mossack.
The old druid said with a stiff face, "Don't ask anything, Lann."
"……good."
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