Chapter 403 I entered the castle
Vesemir has a very high skill in dismembering materials, even more crisply than the alchemist John.
A flying lion, with the cooperation of two people, was packed directly before the snowstorm arrived.
"What did you and the wizard buy?" Vesemir watched with interest as John Flying Lion's teeth and feathers were stuffed into the small bag.
Even an ordinary person can see the clues from the stuffed small bag.
The extra lion head and paws were carried away by Polo.
Even so, the flying lion still has a body there.
"It's really too big. To be honest, this flying lion is very difficult to kill." With John's consent, Vesemir collected some of the flying lion's blood.
"There wasn't this guy last year."
Vesemir led the way forward, and John led Polo to follow.
They followed the river bed, crossed another gully and set foot on a section of the mountain road.
John stood there, and from there he could see in the distance the ruined castle squeezed between a mass of stone walls.
It had been through war there and was badly damaged.
The ground collapsed and only the defensive wall with scaffolding remained, the only remaining towers and gates, and the heavy and thick cylindrical main tower.
John said thoughtfully: "It seems that the situation of the witcher is not very good."
With nostalgia in his eyes, Vesemir walked forward and said, "Not everyone is welcome."
John shrugged, he naturally saw the man as a witcher.
On the wall of Jovonovich's history, John was able to predict the situation of the witcher.
Moreover, the appearance of Vesemir made John more certain that Jovonovich was different from the people here.
He had never seen his uncles wear that kind of amulet, and the pupil color of his uncles was also normal.
If John wants to find out about the witcher, he needs to find a witcher.
The silver sword in his hand intentionally guided him to meet the demon hunter, so he followed the silver sword's guidance.
Snow has covered their ankles, into the castle.
Parked Polo in the stable at the door, and John unloaded the things on it.
Vesemir watched John's actions, and suddenly said, "Not bad bear skin."
"It's a pity that the workmanship is poor."
John shrugged. "It's only half done. They don't welcome me."
"Exactly," Vesemir said.
"Yadani this way."
As the living master of the witcher, Vesemir treated John well.
He took John into the castle.
Walk through the dark corridor and push open the oak door of the hall.
It's deserted here because the witcher hasn't returned yet.
"Witch hunters usually come back in winter, and here will keep us from being disturbed."
Vesemir said, "Let me take you to a room first."
John put the lion's head on the table casually, and he stopped in front of the tree with many badges hanging on it.
Vesemir came to his side, "These are the last thoughts that those who have left can give us."
There are many badges on the tree, and witchers are not popular.
Compared with dying at the hands of monsters, there is also death at the hands of humans.
Not humans, not monsters.
Being caught in the middle is the most uncomfortable.
"You haven't thought about changing?" John asked.
Vesemir glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "Witcher, stay neutral, boy."
"But neutral, don't you know what you got in exchange?"
John scanned the hall, and the walls still had traces from the war.
"That's why you destroyed the walls of Balvi?" Vesemir obviously knew this demon hunter, and knew more about his deeds.
John said casually: "It's their choice, I'm not going to protect people who stone me."
The young witcher had a surprisingly clear mind, and Vesemir felt that it would take some work to teach the child well.
"Your swordsmanship is very good, but it's not the fighting style of a demon hunter." Vesemir came to the side, threw the firewood into the stove, and raised his hand to ignite it with a burst of heat.
He had fought John, and even though it was short, he could see John's unique fighting style.
The fighting style of a demon hunter relies on weapons and physique, as well as those magic seals that are looked down upon by wizards.
John drew his wand, not looking like a witcher at all.
"Actually, not long ago, I didn't know I was a witcher." John put his wand on a cauldron.
The pot without a drop of water was filled with clear water, and Vesemir, who turned his head to dig a little snow to boil, was stunned.
"A clear spring is like water, a very common mantra."
John smiled, looked to the other side and said, "The room is there, I'll go and choose a room."
Vesemir signaled him to be free.
Going to choose the room, John looked at the stone rooms that had been in disrepair for a long time, and maybe the next second they might be buried because of the collapse.
At last John picked a better one, and two mice crawled around under the bed, and he scared them out.
He tapped the bed with his wand, and the dust was rolled up and flew out of the window.
"Magic is very convenient, but relying too much on magic will degrade your sword skills." Vesemir said leaning against the door.
He glanced at John's silver sword and smiled kindly: "I still have time before more people come back."
"Then please enlighten me."
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John and Vesemir came outside the castle.
The snow fell at this time, but it didn't have much impact on the two demon hunters.
As witchers, they have unusual constitutions.
Vesemir also drew his own sword.
It was also the first time that John saw the fighting style of a demon hunter.
Vesemir's swordsmanship was steady, without any frills.
Every sword of his is rushing to defeat the opponent.
John is proficient in level 6 swords, and was forced to retreat one after another in the face of the attacks of the person in front of him.
"Level 7 swordsmanship."
With a fixed gaze, John collided with the opponent's weapon with the sword in his right hand.
This is the pinnacle of human sword skills, and John's throat was blocked by the sword after more than 20 collisions.
Compared with John's embarrassment, Vesemir looked relaxed and freehand.
"It's Dumbledore with a sword." John hung down the tip of his sword in some disappointment.
The last person who put such pressure on him was Dumbledore and Voldemort.
With sword skills alone, John couldn't make an effective counterattack in front of Vesemir.
but……
A wand slipped out of John's sleeve.
He is not just a swordsman.
"Armor Protection (Protego)"
Vesemir's sword was deflected, and white light from John's wand hit a yellow shield formed by Vesemir's raised left hand.
"Alder seal."
"Except your weapons!"
John was sent flying by the impact, and the sword in Vesemir's hand was thrown out of his hand.
After rolling twice on the ground to lose the strength, John rubbed his shoulders, as if he had been hit by a cow just now.
And Vesemir was also stunned for a moment when he saw the weapon he flew out of.
John walked over and pulled out the weapon stuck in the snowdrift and handed it to Vesemir.
"You are the most skilled swordsman I have ever seen." There was no disrespect in John's tone.
He said to Vesemir, "If I want to learn, what will the price be?"
Vesemir put the sword back into the scabbard, shook his head and said, "There is no price, I can already confirm that you don't belong to any school."
A school of demon hunters once betrayed this group, so Vesemir needed to conduct a test on John to see if the other party was an undercover agent of that school.
Now it seems that John is indeed unusual.
Although he could be defeated in terms of swordsmanship, Vesemir couldn't guarantee that he would be able to win in an instant battle without preparation due to the impenetrable magic.
His style of fighting is more about being prepared.
Because of the betrayal of a faction, this castle fell into the flames of war.
There are not many people left in the genre. If you can absorb a good seed like John, it is a very good investment.
"I haven't told you yet," Vesemir reached out to John and held out his hand, "Welcome to Kaer Morhen, Yadani."
"In this winter, I will train you to become a true witcher."
John held his hand and said with a smile, "My honor, Teacher Vesemir."
Vesemir smiled.
The Black Witcher is officially a member of Kaer Morhen Castle.
As the snow deepened, more and more demon hunters came back here from various parts of the continent.
This was also Vesemir's favorite and saddest time. The only thing he hoped for was that there would be a lot of demon hunters he had trained himself.
But reality is often not as expected.
The Witcher is back, just less than usual.
A look of loneliness flashed across Vesemir's face. He played the role of mentor and father among this group of people.
The last one to return had milky white hair and two swords behind his back.
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