In the hall of Kaer Morhen, more than twenty demon hunters were drinking wine and chatting about what they had encountered.
The candlelight made the deserted hall more bright, and they made it feel like home.
“A lively scene.” 33
John saw the white-haired witcher who finally arrived, and he hugged the other witchers one by one.
Here, they are like family.
Both of them are monsters hated by the world. Only when they get together can they show their emotions beyond rumors.
Leaning on the armrest on the second floor, John recalled that his time here was not short.
"I'm afraid I'm going to miss sixth grade." Assuming the flow rate here was the same as the original world, John felt that he might be regarded as a missing person.
"Yadani," Vesemir came to John and patted his shoulder, "come with me and get to know them."
When John was brought into Kaer Morhen, Vesemir adopted him as his own child.
As Vesemir walked down, the demon hunters saw Vesemir, with respect in their eyes.
But when John walked out, there was doubt in their eyes again.
Vesemir held the silver cup and looked at the demon hunters with emotion: "I hope you can be safe and come home alive."
The witcher raised his glass and drank together.
"Here's to us for spending another winter." A demon hunter took over and raised his glass.
"Jing is alive and breathing."
"To my brothers."
Each demon hunter expressed his true feelings.
After it was over, Vesemir held the wine glass with one hand and patted John's shoulder with the other, "I will introduce you to a new person. He is..."
"Black hair, and that sword." A tall demon hunter stared closely at John's dress and said word by word, "Black demon hunter, Yadani."
"It seems that my name is lucky enough to reach your ears." John chuckled.
The atmosphere was not as harmonious as the family dinner just now, and the demon hunters looked at John.
"You destroyed a city." The tall demon hunter stared at John with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Lambert," the dark-skinned witcher next to him reminded him.
But Lambert still said sarcastically: "He did more than just that, Black Demon Hunter."
Vesemir did not speak, he wanted to see how John would solve this problem.
The cream-haired witcher spoke, "Calm down, Lambert."
"Geralt, will you destroy the city like him?" Lambert is like a dynamite barrel that will explode whenever anyone clicks on him.
Geralt covered his face with his hands and sighed helplessly.
Lambert looked at John and snorted: "He only dares to scare ordinary people."
"You know what?" John laughed dumbly. He walked towards Lambert, stopped in front of him, and said softly, "If you have a problem with me, don't be like a talkative bitch and use your weapons to speak. .”
"Nothing you can ask for!" Lambert choked.
The truth in the fist will naturally convince the other party.
Geralt held down Lambert's shoulders, but Lambert pushed him away.
The dark-skinned demon hunter Cohen said helplessly: "You know, this is called youthfulness."
Lambert is the second youngest witcher among them.
"Yadani," John was stopped by Vesemir as he walked out, and Vesemir said, "don't kill Lambert."
"Don't worry, Vesemir," John said easily, "I never kill anyone."
Their conversation made the demon hunters present look strange. Although Lambert was young, he was very powerful.
Except for a few people present, other demon hunters did not dare to say that they were Lambert's opponents.
John walked out of the hall.
They came all the way to the clearing where they fought Vesemir last time.
Lambert drew his sword and waved to John, "Show me what you're capable of, Black Witcher."
John drew his sword slowly, with a nonchalance that annoyed Lambert.
He admitted that John had made him angry.
Lambert rushed towards John after John's sword was unsheathed.
As all the witchers watched the battle, Geralt came to Vesemir and asked: "Do you believe him?"
Geralt looked at the two people who were at war with each other and continued: "I can see that he is very young, really young."
"He is not a bad person," Vesemir said with an indifferent expression, folding his hands on his chest, "I met him on the Blue Mountains, when he was fighting with a flying lion and killing it."
"A flying lion?" Geralt frowned, "I haven't seen that kind of monster in the Blue Mountains for a long time."
"This is not a good sign. The world is changing, White Wolf." Vesemir said deeply, "This child is also one of the changes."
The battle over there has begun.
In full view of everyone, Lambert rushed to John, the sword in his hand cutting through the snowflakes.
John did it at the same time, without using magic.
He wanted to see these demon hunters and his own swordsmanship.
The sword blade collided with a spark.
The silver light dazzled under the snow. Lambert was so powerful that every sword blow could fly away the snowflakes on his body.
And John's sword was not bad either. After more than a dozen moves, he roughly estimated Lambert's strength.
Level 5 is close to level 6 swordsmanship.
The other party's attempt to defeat John with swordsmanship is tantamount to talking in a dream.
After finding out the details, John seized the opportunity for Lambert to swing his sword, used the tip of the sword to deflect Lambert's weapon, took three steps and two steps at a time, jumped up and hit Lambert's chest with his knee.
Lambert's tall body stepped back repeatedly and couldn't help but kneel down.
John's sword turned, cut through the sky, and rested on Lambert's neck.
Lambert's originally condescending gaze turned to looking upward. John looked like a king crowning his subjects, his expression calm and unwavering.
Lambert's face turned blue and purple, and finally he muttered: "I lost."
He could actually use the seal to continue fighting, but he didn't.
Because he didn't think that his seal could destroy a city wall.
John raised his eyebrows and threw the silver sword into the air.
He walked towards the demon hunters and faced them, with his hands spread out and his posture relaxed, "Who else wants to find a reason for Balvi?"
The witchers looked at each other, and Geralt said with emotion, "I now believe that he killed the flying lion alone."
Vesemir joked: "You should have seen the head, it's in there."
The silver sword flying into the air reached its limit and fell downwards, exactly where John was.
Cohen saw it with sharp eyes and shouted loudly: "Get out of the way!"
The silver sword fell quickly, and its speed combined with its sharpness could easily penetrate the body.
John turned his head slightly, and before he was about to be pierced, the silver light disappeared into the scabbard behind his back.
Geralt's pupils shrank, he had great courage and powerful skills.
A strong person has the right to speak wherever he goes.
He was accepted quickly, Lambert being the first to accept him.
Then came more people.
This winter, he received special training from Vesemir.
Vesemir was surprised to find that John had amazing achievements in alchemy.
Even he, an old witcher, was shocked.
In addition to training, John spends more time in those laboratories.
It was once used as an experimental site for training witchers.
There were some notes left by wizards, which became what John looked at most often.
The ancient text caused John's long-untouched runes to begin to slowly improve.
Along with it, there is alchemy.
The gray icon gradually gained some color.
John was like a dry sponge, greedily absorbing every drop of knowledge.
Even Vesemir lamented that it would not be long before he would be unable to continue teaching John.
This kid is too unreasonable and his swordsmanship improves with every battle.
At first it can be suppressed within twenty moves, then later it takes fifty moves, and finally a hundred moves.
The two people John has the best relationship with in Kaer Morhen are Geralt and Eskar.
Especially Geralt, he thought he was already the King of Demon Hunters, but he didn't expect that there was someone more brave.
He was Geralt's sparring partner for a few days. He had just been sparring with John for eight hours yesterday. He had just been lying down for two hours when he was pulled up by the energetic John.
Later, John's title was no longer the Black Witcher.
But the devil, the devil of the night, the night demon.
Like a drama, this title flowed out among the witchers.
Ghostly figures can be seen appearing throughout the castle at night.
Winter also passes in this time.
The witchers left one after another.
John had also drained Vesemir's knowledge to almost the fullest extent.
"I don't think I can keep you any longer." Vesemir patted John's arm with both hands.
"I can't ask too much of you, but as a witcher, I hope you can kill more monsters."
Vesemir placed a silver wolf's head badge on John's neck.
He officially became a witcher.
From the badge, white light flew out and merged into the sword.
The sixth rune was lit, and the seventh rune began to flash.
John knew that this was urging him to undergo a new trial.
He took a ring from his small bag and threw it to Vesemir.
Said: "In return for these days."
Vesemir catches the ring and John mounts his horse and rides away.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
