Roy followed Geralt through several wooden doors, turned a small twisting bend, a dark corridor, and entered the left side of the castle hall, a kitchen full of baskets of vegetables, a row of cured pork and a few fresh meat steaks.
There was an old man busy in front of a big iron pot in the center of the kitchen.
He wears a patchwork armor of cotton, chain, leather and metal,
He was strong and straight, with brown hair pulled back younger than Geralt's white hair, and a beard on his upper lip.
On the weather-beaten, vicissitudes-marked cheeks, the nasolabial and forehead lines are deep, but the skin is lustrous, and the eyes are dark and flexible, and he looks much younger than his actual age, about the equivalent of a fifty-year-old ordinary human.
Moreover, it can be vaguely seen from his upright facial features that this old man must have been a man of the hour who was not inferior to Dandelion when he was young.
But Roy knew he wasn't much younger than Kyle Mohan.
Vesemir
Sex: Male
Age: 304
Status: Master of the Wolf Sect Demon Hunter (Master of all kinds of wolf sect skills.)
Life: 200
Mana: 160
Attributes:
Strength: 22
agile:
Constitution: 20
Perception: 15
Will: 10
Charisma: 8
Spirit: 16
Skill:
Witcher Seal lv10, Alchemy lv10, Meditation lv8, Cat School Longsword Swordsmanship lv10, Wolf School Longsword Swordsmanship lv10, Bear School Longsword Swordsmanship lv10, Demon Hunter Senses lv10.
Crisis Intuition (passive curing)
other…
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"Geralt, who is this young man?" The old man put the spoon in his hand into the broth in the big iron pot, and swept his eyes to the young witcher, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes softened.
"It's nice to meet you, Master Vesemir, I'm the Snake Sect witcher who just visited Kyle Morhan today, Roy." The young man looked at the spirited old man with a respectful expression on his face. Covering it up, a sincere smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Today finally made up for a regret in the past.
Since the defense of Kyle Mohan, I have seen the living old man again.
"Oh, I can't remember decades or ten years. I haven't seen such a young witcher as you." Vesemir smiled heartily, wiping his messy beard, "You're still so handsome, when I see your old man, I think of it. When you were young, can you come together a little... let me, my old bones, relive the lost youth?"
Roy walked over,
The old man immediately gave him a bear hug, which was quickly released, and the big rough hand shook his hand vigorously and enthusiastically, "Roy, welcome to Kyle Mohan!"
"Stay for a while, the two schools have a good exchange, and add some popularity to this old house."
"As you wish."
"I have to say that the luck of the Viper School is so good that it is enviable... From the south to the north, you can recruit suitable apprentices and pass the green grass trial more smoothly." Vesemir noticed his dark gold pupils , Thinking of the bad situation of the wolf faction, he sighed, "But boy, why do you look at me like you are looking at an acquaintance?"
"Geralt mentioned you to me," Roy glanced at the smiling white wolf next to him, "you are an amazing mentor, the guardian of Kyle Mohan."
"Stop! Polite child, keep boasting, the old man will lose sleep tonight because of jealousy!" Vesemir raised the spoon again and put the cleaver on the stove, "Let's talk about the rest when we drink, It's your turn to cook, cook the dish you are best at, and don't make them wait too long."
Anjin's pupils glanced at the wild boar and the big iron pot hanging in the air, and Roy smiled happily.
"Geralt, don't stand still, bring a basket of tomatoes!"
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December 23, 1261, evening.
Kyle Morhan Hall.
The glow of the fireplace and candlesticks illuminated a table of steaming delicacies: roasted forest deer, stewed meat in a large iron pot...seasonal vegetables and fruits.
The four witchers of the snake faction who came from afar, as well as the owner of the castle, the four witchers of the wolf faction, gathered together, around the rectangular table covered with red tablecloth,
"Kyle Mohan has been 'lonely' for many years and has not been visited. Today, it is a rare occasion to welcome four guests. It is a great event. Geralt, Lambert, Escal, toast together and toast to a few distinguished guests !"
The eldest Vesemir raised his glass and drank the low-alcohol brew from potato peels!
A few people followed closely and slammed into a cup.
The foam splashed all over, and a few satisfied wine burps sounded.
"Everyone, enjoy yourself, just treat this as your own home, don't be polite to us!"
"Haha, then we're welcome!"
The atmosphere at the table was hot, and everyone spoke freely.
"Um... Roy, what's this dish called, it tastes amazing! Why haven't I seen you make it before?" Ox, sweating profusely, inserted a long strip from a large iron pot in the center of the table and climbed up Boar boar full of red rich soup in your mouth.
He swallowed greedily without chewing, licked the grease off the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, and showed a very satisfied expression.
"That's right, Snake Pie, I've never eaten a dish with this flavor," Lambert inserted a piece of paper-thin potato from the cauldron, shoved it into his mouth, grinned so hot, The knife and fork couldn't stop and continued to reach into the iron pot.
"Nilfgaard's specialty, or did you create it yourself?"
"Uh, everyone has won the prize. In fact, this is the first time I tried this dish tonight, and I didn't expect it to be so popular." Roy looked at the seven sweaty witchers, smiling from ear to ear.
Even the old man ate his mouth full of oil, and the speed of the knife and fork was not inferior to that of the young man.
"How did you think of it?" Lambert bemoaned. "Why didn't we think of this approach before? It's been in vain for decades."
"As for the source of inspiration... Since snake pie and wolf pie can sit on the same table thousands of miles away. Then potatoes, mushrooms, wild boar... spices, all kinds of ingredients, why can't they be mixed together and put into a big iron pot stew."
"As you can see, after mixing, the taste of the dishes is surprising."
Roy suffered a sudden pain in the back of his foot.
Turning around, the corners of his mouth twitched and he glanced at the bald man beside him who was nibbling on a leg of lamb as if nothing had happened.
Vesemir, who was sitting in the main seat, heard the words thoughtfully, put the knife and fork on the dinner plate, and raised the glass, "It is rare for a young man to have such superb craftsmanship, to compare the old man, let us enjoy the world that is hard to find. delicious!"
"This cup to Roy!"
"To Roy!"
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"Lesso, tell me, why did the Snake Pie move all the way from the south to the north." Escal swallowed the stewed taro and asked, "In recent years, the north has become more and more difficult to get along with, and the number of monsters and commissions has decreased year by year. , people hate seeing witchers more and more."
Escal thought of a bad experience and laughed at himself, "In poor villages, even in big cities, many families with children, seeing 'mutants', directly take precautions as thieves."
"I'm curious, the conditions are worse in the south?"
"Actually, after the new emperor Emhyr came to power, it was not bad for the non-human race." The bald man took a sip of strong wine, his tone was dull, "At least more than Radovid of Redania and Henselt of Kaedwen. Be gentle."
"But who told His Majesty the Emperor to take a fancy to the fortress of the Snake faction and think that Gersvid on the edge of the deep valley is an extremely important strategic area."
"Emhyr originally planned to send troops to attack and capture the fortress, but for some reason, he abandoned this plan."
"Gusvid escaped temporarily."
The old man of the wolf faction changed his face when he heard the words, and remembered an unbearable memory.
"It's even more unlucky for Kyle Morhan. A long time ago, a group of farmers, thugs and mages gathered and raided the castle, which is where we are now eating." The old man recalled, "Occupying the fortress for a long time, killing took away most of the members and stole everything of value."
Vesemir suddenly sighed. During the catastrophe, as a swordsman teacher, he fainted under the corpses of members of the school and escaped.
As for Geralt and Escal, they were not yet born.
"Snake faction and wolf faction, the two schools are not as good as before, and there are only four active members left."
When the old man's words came out, everyone present couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for each other.
…
Leto continued to explain, "Serrit, Ox and I have seen through it, and we can't hand our fate to the nobles above."
"We must find another way of life and come to the north to develop. Facts have proved that this is the right choice, but after more than a year, the school has added a new member." The bald man glanced at the student who was chewing on a chicken leg with relief.
"But before looking for a place to re-establish the Viper School, we must first say hello to those who live in the north and establish stable connections."
Lesuo's eyes slowly swept across the four wolf factions, and said loudly,
"Everyone is a witcher, and the same kind is more considerate of the same kind."
"If there are difficulties and troubles, we can support each other and tide over the difficulties!"
"Especially in the current environment, the witcher is in a difficult situation, as if no matter what we do, it is a big mistake in the eyes of humans! I believe you have a deep understanding."
Geralt, the butcher of Blaviken, nodded slightly.
"Guru..." Escal took a sip of wine, his expression desolate.
"Master Lesso is right. I think the four people who are sensible and willing to reason, make a mutual aid agreement with you, of course there is no problem." Vesemir paused, "The premise is that you must not violate Kyle. ·The principle of Mohan's neutrality, can't interfere in politics!"
"And don't hold your hopes too much, all the members of the wolf faction are here, there are only four people in total, including my old bones, which are really limited."
"Master Vesemir is humble," Leto said sincerely. "You are most likely the oldest witcher at the moment. Your life experience is worth three or four 'powerful officers'."
The old man nodded and took a sip of wine, "The specific content of the agreement, we will talk about it later. Anyway, you have to stay for a month, and there is a lot of time!"
He also had to spend some time inspecting the Serpent Witcher.
"cheers!"
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"Dude, to be more specific, how on earth did you... persuade this kid?" Lambert frowned and said in distress, "I found that the law of accident is not so bright, and I have tried for decades without receiving an apprentice. What do you do? It took a year to find students.”
"Be patient, you're still young!" Geralt tried to explain.
Vesemir and Eskar are taking the opportunity to quickly eliminate the wild boar in the big iron pot.
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"Isn't it, Lambert, you are still recruiting apprentices by accident law?" Oakes suddenly exclaimed exaggeratedly,
successfully attract the audience.
"Everyone, the law of accident has long been dead, and the witcher should keep up with the times!" Oaks raised his glass high, his dry cheeks glistening in the firelight, "Roy is not the son of accident, his participation is extremely It's legendary, and it will definitely leave an indelible mark in the history of the witcher in the future."
"Cough cough..." Leto seemed to choke on his wine.
Oaks' voice changed, and he sold off.
"How he got here, I'll explain to you later."
My mind is elusive - now that Roy's origins are mentioned, the kid will definitely use the topic to talk about the fraternity.
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"Okay, I'll wait for the answer." Lambert didn't insist, "Next, how are you going to rebuild the school?"
"First of all, you need a lot of money..." He snapped his fingers, with a serious look on his face, "Secondly, buying land to get official approval... It's not just about money..."
"Third, if you don't obey the law of accident, how do you plan to recruit apprentices and how to avoid being regarded as human traffickers by the public?"
Vesemir stopped eating.
Several wolf factions pricked up their ears.
"The money problem...we did a big deal in Novigrad and it was settled...enough," Serret said. "It's not hard to find a place."
No matter how bad they are, they still have a laboratory under the island of the Temple of Nuocheng.
"As for how to recruit apprentices." Serret smiled. "The world is very big, and there are many children without parents and children who can't get enough to eat... As long as they have a choice, they will rush over to seize them."
"It's not an accidental child, it can't form the bond of destiny." Geralt put down his knife and fork, and said sternly, "The grass trial is a death sentence for them."
"I'm not the exception?!" Dark Gold's pupils swept Geralt and Escal, Roy retorted,
"And what if it's an accidental son? Accidental sons don't necessarily want to be a witcher's apprentice."
"In order for the school to continue, changes must be made!"
Escal suddenly touched the hideous scar on his right face,
Geralt's pupils shrank as he remembered the little princess he had left in Sintra.
"Everyone, don't talk about such a heavy topic at the dinner table." Vesemir tapped the dinner plate, "Let's take it easy."
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"What are you waiting for, Geralt, it starts with you!" Lambert suddenly became excited, he waited for this moment for a long time, and couldn't wait to share and show off his hunting experience with the new guests, "This year , how many women have you slept with?!"
"Then it's my turn, Escal, Wei... Let's talk one by one!"
"Are you sure?" White Wolf squinted his eyes and glanced at his friend's stinky face, with "disdain" written on his rigid face.
"Don't you dare, Geralt? Don't tell me you've been abstinent for a year!?"
"Should I come first?" Oakes said unwillingly, "I dated a sorceress in Arethusa this year."
"A petite blonde beauty!"
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The dim light of the fire lit up a bunch of murmuring faces with wretched expressions.
The old man Vesemir seemed to feel that the meat in the pot was not so fragrant, and his body quietly tilted towards the discussion area.
The youngest witcher sighed helplessly.
It seems that tonight is a sleepless night!