"Drinking poisonous wine for a little girl?"
"Gods are up!" Oakes' funny voice sounded, his eyes sharp to stare Roy into the cracks in the ground. "Young man, I misunderstood you, so you don't understand the style. You have a heart at such a young age, know how to please girls, and even risk your life! I sigh, next time... "
Oakes patted Roy on the shoulder heavily and promised, "Next time, go to Arethusa to find the sorceress, and I'll take you with me! I hope the fraternity Ms. Keira is still there."
Geralt glanced at the yelling Oaks in confusion, then turned to Serrit in confusion, pointed his finger at his head, stopped, turned around, and showed a questioning look.
Serret nodded to confirm, "There was something wrong with the mutation. He sometimes couldn't control his emotions. But he was an optimist by and large."
"It's rare that you are willing to take him with you."
"Who called him my brother? Being a brother can only be a little more tiring." Serret sighed, "The witcher has been isolated by ordinary people in the world, and he often deals with cunning and dangerous monsters. If you don't know how to keep warm and support each other, how can you survive in this world? Are you right, Your Excellency White Wolf."
The white wolf was silent until Roy filled him a glass of dwarf spirit.
He drank the strong drink and breathed a sigh of relief before opening his mouth.
"Except for returning to Kyle Mohan every winter to communicate with the old buddies who survived, I can't see my companions for the rest of the year."
"Kyle Mohan Castle?" Roy's eyes lit up, "The secret base of the Wolf School?"
Geralt nodded, and he didn't hide anything about this, "Yes, Kyle Morhan is in the north, in the territory of Kaedwen, but a long, long time ago, because of a sudden attack..." Geralt paused. , there was a trace of sadness in his eyes,
"Kyle Morhan became overgrown and dilapidated."
Roy understood that the attack was carried out by an elf witcher who had defected from the Wolf School.
"So, cough... cough..." Roy licked his lips and took a gulp of spirits excitedly, but was choked up and coughed again and again.
"Geralt, ahem, frankly speaking, as you can see, the only people the Viper School can gather together at the moment are me, Serret, Oaks, Leto, four of whom can be counted in one palm. Forgive me if I take the liberty of Ask, how many people are left in your wolf school?"
In an instant, the eyes of the four present swept over.
"This..." Geralt hesitated. "There has never been any grudge between the Wolf School and the Snake School, so there is no need to hide it from them."
"It's okay if you don't want to, Geralt, we understand."
"No, there's nothing to hide. There are five remaining members of the Wolf School. Me, Escal, Lambert, Cohen, and our teacher, Vesemir."
After listening to the silent Leto, he suddenly leaned back in his chair and smiled bitterly, "It turns out that it's not just our Viper School, there are only five people left in the Wolf School."
"In what era did the witchers really die?"
An unspeakable desolation rose in the hearts of everyone.
The four big men are all about eighty years old. They have been trained and grown in the school since childhood, and they have witnessed the prosperity and decline of the school.
The complexity of the mood is indescribable.
Except for Roy, he joined the Snake School for less than a year, and his feelings for the school are not so deep, so he can't indulge in the sadness of the past, he will only look forward!
Plan the future of the witcher in your mind.
"The four of the Viper School." Geralt recovered first, "If I remember correctly, your hometown is not in the Northern Territory."
"It used to be in the south, Nilfgaard, a fortress called Gersvid. However, it has been completely decayed, and there are still people who are eager to attack the fort and take it as their own."
"Then why did you come to Sintra?"
"The reasons are very complicated. The primary purpose is to rebuild the school." Lesso said solemnly.
"That's right, no matter what the cost," Serret said firmly, "we're going to rebuild the Viper School."
The white wolf was shocked when he heard the words.
He couldn't help asking himself, if the wolf faction also ended up like this, would he have the determination of the few people in front of him
"See, Geralt..." Roy noticed White Wolf's dazed eyes, and his voice suddenly grew louder, "That's the difference, you're always running away and just passing by. You don't know how to resist until the deadline comes."
"And we, even if we break the convention, have to rush into the 'fire' and take the initiative to change!"
"What's the meaning?"
The witchers all stopped and looked at this young man with a young face standing upright under the dim yellow light.
"It's not easy for the Wolf School, but Geralt, have you ever thought about improving the school's situation?"
The white wolf opened his lips, and finally fell silent again.
"No..." Roy shook his head. "You're just playing hide-and-seek with fate, and you don't even dare to accept your accidental son."
"If you have the opportunity, are you willing to try and rebuild Kyle Morhan?"
"I'm just an ordinary witcher, what can I do?" Geralt retorted displeasedly. He didn't understand why the young witcher suddenly preached to him.
"Then please listen to me," Roy looked at the witchers, and Dark Gold's pupils shone with a strange brilliance.
"Did you know? A long time ago, the bright-looking warlocks who now live in some countries in the north and south, with the status of advisors to the kingdom, were once surrounded by troops in the name of evil, set at the stake, and burned into coke."
"Of course, this is history, and I like to study history." Serret nodded.
"In those days, the warlocks were like mice crossing the street, hiding and lingering. The encounter was more tragic than that of the witchers today." The boy's tone was cadence and tension,
"It wasn't until a few powerful warlocks took the lead and formed the Warlock Brotherhood, which united the power of most spellcasters. Warlocks, this group that controls extraordinary power can truly gain a firm foothold on the mainland and continue to develop steadily!"
"What exactly are you talking about?" Oakes heard a clue and his face became serious.
"I've been observing and thinking since I followed Leto on the road." Roy looked up at the ceiling with his back to the four of them.
"Then there was a question in my head. I can't understand why no witcher has ever come forward and told those with similar eyes that we need to unite!?"
"So much so that now the Witcher School is like a mass of loose sand, fighting each other and ending up strangely in unison—all going to perdition."
Roy took a deep breath, and Anjin's pupils swept across the four, as if flames were jumping among them.
He asked word by word, "Since the warlocks can unite to form a brotherhood, why can't the witchers be?!"
"I remember a long time ago, there was an organization called the Demon Hunter Order—" the young witcher's face lit up, "all the witchers in the organization, abandoning stereotypes, supporting each other, and meeting challenges, no one can Bully them casually!"
"Whether it's a mage or an army."
"absurd!"
Oaks gave a strange cry, and suddenly stood up, "Roy, our goal is to rebuild the Viper School, not the 'Witcher Order'? Put away your sincere thoughts!"
"I have heard about the Demon Hunter Order." Seri shook his head and analyzed calmly, "Hundreds of years ago, this organization helped humans eliminate monsters based on chivalry, but it only lasted for fifty years, because Disagreement of ideas dissolves…”
"Then the witchers were divided into various schools, and the differences were further enlarged. The members of each school had completely different personalities and styles... The Bear School, with a tenacious and stern personality, most of the members were taciturn and extremely pragmatic."
"The cat school is cunning, uncertain, radical, violent, and advocating assassination."
"The Griffin School focuses on personal morality and self-cultivation, and is committed to practicing the way of knighthood by helping and saving people who have been hurt by monsters."
"Wolf School..." Serrit glanced at Geralt, "Strictly abide by the way of neutrality, but it is not successful, and most of the energy is focused on the task of solving monsters."
"The Flying Lions School is east of the Blue Mountains... Basically there is no communication with the northern realm."
"And our Viper School... boy, I don't need to say more."
Serrit concluded, "Can you imagine the moody cat school in the same room as the chivalrous griffon school? In the so-called witcher cult?"
Roy retorted, "Don't we Snake Sect get along quite well with White Wolf?"
Serrit snorted.
"Today is different from the past," Roy said. "The number of witchers has been greatly reduced compared to hundreds of years ago, and even survival has become an extravagant hope. Where is there a battle of ideas?"
"What's more, the leaders of the cult were two mages, Cosimo and Arzu... Even if these two used magic experiments and mutations to create witchers, but they are not witchers themselves, how can they understand us? "
"The division of the cult led by the mage is an inevitable result." The young voice said decisively, "But if it is led by one's own people, the witcher will definitely be able to twist into a rope!"
Hearing this, the three snake factions and the wolf faction fell silent for a while.
But their raised eyebrows fully explained the attitude of these remarks.
"The beehive fell from a height, and not a single egg worm survived." Roy almost shouted out this sentence, "If the witchers are not united, in a few decades, they will become historical exhibits in the museum."
"But you have to understand. The witchers are different from the warlocks. Most of them are rebellious and maverick. It is a dream to gather them all." Serrit paused, "Even the formula for mutation of different schools is different. Different, how can we unite?"
"Looks like you've thought about it, but how do you know if you don't try?" Roy said. "As a witcher recruit, I don't have your old and rotten notions. And, remember, we're not trying to overthrow the king. , that's just a joke. We just need to unite and fight for a small poor living space."
"No longer like a mouse crossing the street, hated and discriminated by the people!"
"Walking under the sun, we have the same rights as other organizations to develop, continue, and grow healthily!"
"Geralt," the young witcher looked around at the contemplative crowd, "that's why I invited you here."
"Young man, full of vigor and imagination, looks at problems superficially, so he has such absurd ideas." Geralt shook his gray hair, "But you ignored a lot of obstacles, Roy!"
"The Witcher Cult? That sounds nice. Even if all the old buddies from all over the world are gathered, there will be less than fifty. Is there a need for a union?"
"You despise the lack of people? How about it's not called the cult, but the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters! And we can train apprentices and grow gradually!" Roy paced around the dining table and said to the four witchers,
"If the apprentice is afraid of the high mortality rate of the grass trial, then entrust the help of familiar warlocks to improve the formula... such as coral, such as white wolf, your old friend... Yennefer, Triss... The warlock created the formula, and naturally Improvement, as long as you are willing to pay!"
"Roy! Don't get involved in my personal affairs." Geralt's face flashed with sadness. "Don't mention those two names, and don't mention your arrogant plans. It's just your wishful thinking to recruit an apprentice."
"Witchers are naturally despised by the people. What do they call us? Freaks! Perverts! This situation has been going on for hundreds of years, and it has only gotten worse in recent years. No one wants to give us children."
"The materials for herbal medicines are also getting harder and harder to come together."
"Without new blood, your so-called brotherhood can only be reduced to a joke."
"Things will change, trust me."
In less than two years, the Northern War will begin, and countless war orphans will be born. Will the displaced and starving children refuse the olive branch extended by the witcher.
During that time, Vesemir, the wolf sect master who had not been out for a long time, made an exception to accept an apprentice named Leo.
"Naive thought." White Wolf sighed.
"I also understand that it is absolutely impossible to unite all the schools in a short period of time. But at the moment there is no need to think that far. Now I have a preliminary proposal - a brand new witcher brotherhood, starting with the alliance of the snake and wolf factions. !"
Roy looked at White Wolf sincerely, "This winter, I hope to have a friendly exchange between members of the two schools at Kyle Mohan."
"As the beginning of everything!"
"Bang!" Lesuo, who had been quiet for a long time, finally couldn't stand it any longer. He slammed the dining table, crushed the empty wine glass into pieces, and said coldly,
"Little devil, when your wings are hard, you dare to make your own decisions. Did you agree with me for your suggestion? Who do you think of yourself as, Grandmaster Ivar, the leader of the Snake Sect? How dare you talk nonsense?!"
"Lesso... Forgive my arrogance, but let me be self-willed one more time."
"As for why I did this, I will answer all your questions tomorrow until you are satisfied!" Roy said apologetically, turning to the white-haired witcher,
"Geralt, I'm sorry, today's remark is very abrupt, but I hope you don't rush to refuse, think about it seriously."
"Think about your dear teacher Vesemir, how many years has he been guarding the ruined fortress lonely? Doesn't he want to see a Kyle Morhan who is rejuvenated and rejuvenated?"
The white wolf was silent, he originally wanted to refuse, but the other party hit his weakness.
The hundreds-year-old teacher Vesemir is the person he most respects.
"Give me a night, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow."