Vesemir has a very high skill in dismembering materials, and is even more crisp and clean than John, the alchemist.
A flying lion, with the cooperation of two people, was packed directly before the arrival of the wind and snow.
"What did you and the wizard buy?" Vesemir watched with interest as John stuffed the flying lion's teeth and feathers into the small bag.
Even an ordinary person can tell the clues from the overstuffed small handbag.
The extra lion head and paws were carried away by Polo.
Even so, the flying lion still has a body there.
"It's so big. To be honest, this flying lion is difficult to kill." With John's consent, Vesemir collected some of the flying lion's blood.
“We didn’t have this guy last year.”
Vesemir led the way forward, and John followed with Polo in hand.
They moved along the river bed, crossed another gully, and embarked on a mountain-circling road.
From where John stood, he could see the ruined castle huddled between stone walls.
It had been through a war and was badly damaged.
Only the scaffolding defensive walls, the remaining towers and gates, and the heavy and thick cylindrical main tower remained.
John said thoughtfully: "It seems that the situation of the witcher is not that good."
With nostalgia in his eyes, Vesemir walked forward and said, "We don't welcome everyone."
John shrugged. Naturally, the person he looked at was a witcher.
On Jovonovich's historical walls, John could predict the situation of the witcher.
And the appearance of Vesemir made John more certain that Jovonovich was different from the people here.
He had never seen his uncles wearing that kind of amulet, and their eyes were of normal color.
If John wants to figure out what's going on with 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 had covered their ankles as they walked into the castle.
Parking Polo in the stable at the door, John unloaded the things on top.
Vesemir looked at John's movements and suddenly said: "Nice bearskin."
"It's a pity that the workmanship is poor."
John shrugged, "Only half done, they didn't welcome me."
"That's right." Vesemir said.
"This way Yadani."
As the living master of the witchers, Vesemir treats John well.
He led John into the castle. 33
Walk through the dim corridor and open the oak door of the hall.
It's deserted here because the witcher hasn't returned yet.
"Witchers usually come back in winter, so we won't be disturbed here."
Vesemir said: "Let me take you to find a room first."
John put the lion's head on the table casually, and he walked to the tree with many badges hanging on it and stopped.
Vesemir came to him, "These are the last thoughts that those who have left can give us."
There are many emblems on the tree, and the witchers are not popular.
Rather than dying in the hands of monsters, there is also death in the hands of humans.
Not human, not monster.
Being caught in the middle is the most uncomfortable thing.
"You haven't thought about changing?" John asked.
Vesemir glanced at him, shook his head and said, "The witcher remains neutral, child."
"But don't you know very well what you get in exchange for neutrality?"
John scanned the hall, and there were still traces of the war on the walls.
"Is this why you destroyed the wall 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 effort to teach this child well.
"Your swordsmanship is very good, but it's not the way a witcher fights." Vesemir came to the side, threw the firewood into the stove, raised his hand and lit it with a burst of heat.
He had a fight with John, and even though it was brief, he could still see John's unique fighting style.
The fighting method of the witcher relies on weapons and physique, as well as those sigils that are looked down upon by wizards.
John pulled out his wand, not looking like a witcher at all.
"Actually, not long ago, I didn't know that I was a witcher." John put his wand on a pot.
The pot without a drop of water was filled with water, and Vesemir, who turned around to dig some snow to cook, was stunned.
"Clear spring is like water, a very common mantra."
John smiled, looked to the other side and said, "The room is over there, I'll choose a room."
Vesemir motioned for him to do so.
Going to choose a room, John looked at the stone rooms that were in disrepair. They might collapse and bury people in the next second.
Finally, John chose a better one. Two mice were crawling under the bed, and he scared them away.
He tapped the bed with his wand, and the dust flew out of the window in a ball.
"Magic is very convenient, but relying too much on magic will make your swordsmanship deteriorate." 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."
...
John and Vesemir came outside the castle.
The snow falling at this time had little impact on the two demon hunters.
As witchers, they have unusual physiques.
Vesemir also drew his sword.
It was also the first time that John saw the fighting method of a demon hunter.
Vesemir's swordsmanship is calm and not at all fancy.
Each of his sword strikes was aimed at defeating his opponent.
John was proficient in the level 6 sword, and was forced to retreat one after another in the face of the attacks from the person in front of him.
"Level 7 swordsmanship."
With his eyes focused, John held the sword in his right hand and collided with the opponent's weapon.
This is a sword skill that belongs to the pinnacle of human beings. After more than twenty collisions, John's throat was pressed against the sword.
In contrast to John's embarrassment, Vesemir seemed relaxed and happy.
"It's like Dumbledore with a sword." John lowered the tip of his sword with some disappointment.
The last people to put such pressure on him were Dumbledore and Voldemort.
With swordsmanship alone, John would not be able to make an effective counterattack in front of Vesemir.
but……
A wand slipped from John's sleeve.
He is not just a swordsman.
"Armor Protection"
Vesemir's sword was deflected, and John's wand shot out white light and hit a yellow shield formed by Vesemir's raised left hand.
"Alder's Seal."
"Expelliarmus!"
John was knocked away by the impact, and the sword in Vesemir's hand also fell out of his hand.
After rolling on the ground twice to relieve his strength, John rubbed his shoulders, as if he had been hit by a cow just now.
And Vesemir was stunned for a moment when he saw the weapon flying out.
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, I wonder what the price will be?"
Vesemir put his sword back into its scabbard, shook his head and said, "There is no need to pay, I can already confirm that you do not belong to any sect."
Once upon a time, a school of demon hunters betrayed this group, so Vesemir needed to conduct a test on John to see if he was an undercover agent of that school.
Now it seems that John is indeed unusual.
Although he could be defeated with swordsmanship, Vesemir was not sure whether he could win in an unprepared instant battle because of the unpredictable magic.
The fighting style of his style is more about preparation.
Because of the betrayal of a faction, this castle was plunged into flames of war.
There are not many people left in the genre, and if you can absorb a good talent like John, it will be a very good investment.
"I haven't told you yet," Vesemir came to John and extended his hand, "Welcome to Kaer Morhen, Yadani."
"This winter, I will train you to become a true witcher."
John held his hand and smiled: "My pleasure, Master Vesemir."
Vesemir smiled.
The Black Witcher has officially become a member of Kaer Morhen Castle.
As the snow gets darker, more and more demon hunters return here from all over the continent.
This is also Vesemir's favorite and saddest time. The only thing he hopes for is that there will be more of these demon hunters that he has trained by himself.
But reality often doesn’t turn out as expected.
Witchers are back, just fewer than in previous years.
A look of loneliness flashed across Vesemir's face. He played the role of mentor and father among this group of people.
The last person to return had milky white hair and two swords behind his back.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
