110. Have the Wildcats Named Their Price?

Kaer Morhen.

The alchemy lab in the southern tower.

Hearing the familiar notification sound, Allen was stunned.

Huh?

A main quest?

Witcher... Corps?

Since tracking the drowner pack, the main quest had not appeared for a long time.

"What's wrong, Allen?"

The deep male voice interrupted Allen's thoughts.

"Nothing, Chief, thank you very much for your trust," Allen quickly said.

The Chief glanced at him curiously but didn't ask further. He said, "How do you plan to establish the Witcher Corps? Considering the attitudes of other witchers, the School can't offer you much help in this regard."

Allen pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The School only needs to acknowledge my action to establish the Witcher Corps, nothing more."

"Hmm... in the future, there might be a need to get involved in the training of witcher apprentices, but not for now."

The Chief asked, "You only plan to recruit witcher apprentices? What about the regular witchers?"

Allen paced around the room, and after a moment, he said, "No, for now, it's just Hughes, Bond, and Fred. Although I already have the title and achievements of a witcher master, it's uncertain how many witchers will actually follow me. Even the strongest witchers joining might just be unstable factors. Moreover, if the enemy could be kings and sorcerers, doing so would be too conspicuous."

The Chief thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, agreeing with his idea, "As long as you have a plan, but in this way, the strength of the Witcher Corps cannot form quickly."

Not necessarily... Allen thought.

"Not necessarily!"

A cold female voice suddenly sounded, startling Allen to a stop, thinking that the sorceress had read his mind. Following the sound, he saw the sorceress looking at the Chief, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Chief asked curiously, "Vera, do you have a good idea?"

"There is a batch of witcher apprentices who are just a bit short of the standards for the Trial of the Grasses. After taking the essence liquid these days, they should meet the standards and can join Allen's Witcher Corps."

"Won't it affect the success rate of the Trial?" The Chief hesitated.

"They are only short in physical fitness from meeting the standards for the Trial of the Grasses."

After pondering for a moment, the Chief nodded.

"Vera, I'll leave it to you."

Then, he looked at Allen and instructed, "I will talk with a few witcher masters about the Witcher Corps, there shouldn't be a problem. As for the witcher apprentices who successfully pass the trial..."

Allen continued, "They will first be in the reserves of the Witcher Corps. I will call Vesemir and Hughes to help teach these apprentices signs and swordsmanship."

The Chief nodded slightly. He had finished all the matters here.

"In that case, I will take my leave."

After saying goodbye, the Chief glanced at Allen and Vera and turned to leave.

Suddenly.

"Chief, I will find a way to enhance the strength of the Witcher Corps as soon as possible... The scene in the dream will definitely not happen."

The Chief paused in opening the door, turned around and encouraged, "A child of miracles brings miracles. Allen, I look forward to your future..."

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Ard Carraigh.

A giant city established on the banks of the Lestra River, the capital of Kaedwen.

"Huff~ Huff~"

After notifying the guards to enter the outer city of Ard Carraigh, Faruk gasped and looked at the brightly lit palace in the distance. Not every sorcerer can use portals. This spell requires a deep understanding of space and time. Obviously, Faruk did not meet this requirement.

Thus, It took him more than ten days to return from Kaer Morhen to the capital of Kaedwen, accompanied by a sorcerer apprentice. Smelling the familiar city scent in the air, Faruk's heart instantly calmed down.

"Ah!"

"Master Faruk, why does it smell so bad here?"

The young man's disdainful voice broke Faruk's calm.

He frowned slightly, but considering the young man's background and the "Master" title from his mouth, he relaxed his brows and said, "Robin, this is the city's scent, the fragrance of prosperity, it's..."

"Master Faruk, are you lying to me? This clearly smells like a latrine!"

The straightforward Robin bluntly spoke his mind, identifying the smell for what it was.

Isn't he familiar with this smell? He can smell it every day.

Faruk's brows furrowed again.

If it weren't for this apprentice's background as a blood red fox, these few retorts alone would have made Faruk teach him a lesson about why sorcerers are sorcerers and apprentices are apprentices.

"Sigh~"

Faruk sighed and explained, "This is how Kaedwen's capital is. It will be better when we get into the inner city..."

Robin opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a raised hand.

Faruk quickly took out a purse from his robe, retrieved three orens, thought for a moment, and added two more orens to Robin's hand, saying, "I need to see the King of Kaedwen later. You find a nearby tavern to stay in. I'll take you back to Ban Ard tomorrow."

After Robin nodded, Faruk walked straight towards the palace. Soon, After a thorough search, a silent butler led him into the palace. The corridors of the palace were shrouded in dim light, extending in all directions. The butler led him through these winding corridors and through a large door, past two rows of more than a dozen guards, and the space suddenly brightened.

Feeling the sluggish magical elements around him, Faruk knew he had arrived. This was the study of the King of Kaedwen, but the king was not reading. A row of male servants holding candles provided illumination, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine and roasted meat. Faruk sniffed, following the scent.

A large figure sat on an exquisitely carved long bench, eating heartily. This was "The Glutton" Henselt, the most powerful person in Kaedwen.

As Faruk was about to salute, a nearby attendant stopped him, signaling him to wait in place. So, He stood waiting for a long time, so long that he thought the sun might rise before Henselt finally stopped eating. Each finger as thick as a carrot waved to the side.

Henselt took a piece of white silk from an attendant, wiped his mouth, glanced at the sorcerer, and asked, "How is Kaer Morhen?"

"Your Majesty, Kaer Morhen is as it has been in recent years, with revelry and lax vigilance every winter."

"Hmph~" Henselt snorted coldly, "Those freaks know how to enjoy themselves. What about the red fox?"

"When I left, Lady Vera was not there. She probably did as usual, leaving after preparing the potions for the Trial."

Henselt nodded, looking much better, thought for a moment, then said, "Then go back and tell your dean the plan will proceed as usual."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Footsteps retreated, For a long time, the study was filled only with the sound of burning candles.

Henselt stared blankly at the blood-streaked bones on the table and suddenly asked, "Have the Wildcats named their price?"

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