Surrounded by mountains, snow-capped, thousands of blue waves, rippling with the wind.

The bright moonlight spilled onto the water, and the wide mirror lake looked like a mirror glowing with white light.

The cold wind swept by, causing ripples, and the full moon, mountains, and trees reflected in the mirror also shook vaguely with the waves.

The quiet mountains, the cold lakes, the dark forests, the small me!

Looking at the boundless mountains and rivers in front of him, a feeling of insignificance and helplessness arose in Huck's heart.

The rustling of the branches, accompanied by all sorts of strange noises and unknown howls, came from the forest by the lake, and made his heart tremble and make him feel creepy.

Mirror Lake is located directly north of Kelmohan and is only connected by a rugged and narrow path.

Along the way, Huck saw the ruins of many buildings, including a ruined stone mine.

At the end of the road, next to the lake is a lakeside hut with a hole in the roof and broken doors and windows.

Steeped in history, this dilapidated lakeside cottage is no longer known when it was built, and is now a staging point for Lambert, the Witcher of the Wolf School.

Without his maintenance, this place would have been in ruins.

The dilapidated dock was next to the hut, and the battered trestle creaked in the wind, and Huck had some suspicion that it would collapse at any moment.

"Will this ship sink halfway through?"

Watching the teacher untie a broken ship parked on the dock, Huck couldn't help but swallow.

"As long as you don't encounter storms and waves, there is no problem, and besides, what are you afraid of swimming?"

Viselmir replied nonchalantly, and jumped forward.

Crash~

The boat sank suddenly, and then swayed, looking like it was about to capsize.

Seeing the teacher turn to look at him, Huck had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

, this is the Clippers that Lambert guy brags about all day?

Kyle Mohan's title of the most unreliable man is indeed worthy of his name.

With a paddle, the boat slowly leaves the pier and sails into the rippling blue waters of Mirror Lake.

Viselmir raised the sails, and a few broken sails puffed high in the wind with a whining sound.

The mast swayed with the swaying of the sails, and the boat broke through the waves with a clang, and rushed towards the lake like a sharp arrow.

Huck at the helm at the back was nervous, fearing that the dilapidated boat would suddenly disintegrate in the midst of the speed.

When the boat arrived at the center of the lake, a burst of fog suddenly rose on the surface of the lake, and looking at the junction of mountains and rivers in the distance, a cloud of white fog was rising, which had shrouded a large area of mountains and forests.

Fortunately, the fog on the lake is not thick, and in the bright moonlight, it does not affect the vision.

"See, there was a lookout somewhere."

Following Viselmere's finger, Huck looked at a hill to the west, and sure enough, he saw the ruined tower looming in the mist.

"On the west side of the lake is a valley, surrounded by mountains on the other three sides, and is a natural hunting ground."

The old witcher sat down again, his eyes shining with an inexplicable light.

"When Kellmohan was prosperous, there were a lot of people, and the roads in the Blue Mountains were narrow and difficult to transport, so food was a big problem at that time.

In order to solve some of the food problems, the apprentices would often go to this natural hunting ground to hunt.

There are three lookouts in the whole hunting ground, all of which are close to the lake, one under the cliffs in the north and south, and the largest is in the middle.

When I was an apprentice, my companions and I encountered a large group of ghouls in the hunting grounds, and we were rescued by the witchers stationed at the Southern Lookout. ”

Perhaps remembering his fallen companions in the past, Viselmir's expression was a little sad.

"Teacher, I've always had a question I want to ask."

"Oh?"

The old witcher quickly adjusted his mood and turned his head inquiringly.

"There are mountains and rivers in Kermoran, as well as abundant hunting grounds, although the transportation is inconvenient, but it is a rare place of stability."

Huck took control of the rudder and calmed the somewhat capsized boat again, and continued:

"In these times of war and turmoil, this is a complete paradise, so why don't we take advantage of it.

As long as you recruit a few orphans and train a group of apprentices, the castle can slowly prosper again..."

"How can it be that simple" The Demon Hunter shook his head with a wry smile and interrupted the gushing Huck, "Alright, don't think about it, you can concentrate on completing the badge trial first!" ”

The boat cleaved the waves, and after rounding a cliff jutting into the lake, it saw a flat clearing jutting out of the water under the steep cliff face.

There is a wooden hut in the clearing, with a dilapidated drawing shelf on the outside, and a few chairs and a wooden box next to it.

"This is supposed to be where Lambert fishes, right?"

Looking at this large piece of flat land that suddenly appeared in the middle of the mirror lake, Huck was amazed.

"There used to be a warlock in the castle who liked to paint, so he built a hut here, but then it became deserted and useless.

It wasn't until Lambert took a liking to fish that he repurposed it, and one year he didn't go out all summer to repair his cabin. ”

Viselmere shook his head, a headache for this unscrupulous fellow.

After some time, the boat came to the opposite bank of the old lookout in the middle of the country and slowly sailed along a river bay.

The sails were folded, and the two of them rowed their oars and walked slowly.

The river narrows and narrows, and you can see the dense aquatic plants sticking out of the river on both sides.

The boat sailed into the aquatic weeds and stopped at the trestle that stretched out from the riverbank.

All that remains of the dilapidated trestle is a few planks that sit crookedly on wooden stakes, barely enough to hold the boat.

Stepping on the knee-high water of the lake, pushing aside the dense aquatic plants, the two waded towards the shore.

The fog was already thick, and the white mist obscured the scenery ten meters away, and Huck followed closely behind Viselmir, not daring to move away even a step.

The lake flapped its calves, and from time to time there was an inexplicable sound around it, and the alarmed waterfowl fluttered their wings and flew up, causing a noise among the unknown creatures in the mist.

"Woo~"

A sad cry of a child came from the fog, startling the two of them.

"Teacher~"

Hearing Huck's shout, Viselmir stopped, and instead of looking back, he looked cautiously in the direction of the voice and said:

"We are the only ones living near Mirror Lake, there can be no children, there must be a problem, don't worry about him!"

"But what if something happens?" Huck still didn't give up, "We should go over and have a look!" ”

After a moment's hesitation, the Demon Hunter didn't insist any longer, he drew his silver sword, and quickly sketched an intricate magic seal with his left hand, and as the magic seal took effect, from his wrist to his elbow, the leather handguard and the buttons on his coat flashed.

A golden glow appeared out of thin air, and after a moment the brilliance dimmed, finally transforming into a magical shield that enveloped the whole body and appeared in the gray mist.

Huck also drew his silver sword, and with his left hand he drew the seal with the same dexterity and speed, and then grasped it with five fingers, and put on the Quinn shield on himself.

Sigils are spells unique to witchers, with the advantage of not having to chant spells, simple spell casting gestures, and almost no casting materials.

The Quinn Sigil, also known as the Demon Hunter's Shield, can only be cast on oneself and protects the caster from damage and certain spell effects.

The shield absorbs damage without affecting the caster's movements, making it a very useful skill.

This shield lasts extremely long and will remain there as long as it is not broken or removed.

Quinn's shield not only protects against physical damage, but also works well against spells, and Viselmir asks him to put on a shield whenever he has a situation.

The caution of the Demon Hunter is not superfluous, and in this dangerous world, accidents and deaths always come unexpectedly.

Many experienced and powerful demon hunter seniors accidentally lost their lives in a seemingly stress-free small mission.

The real world is different from games, where accidents and accidents happen all the time.

Veteran Witcher Masters, such as Geralt, known as the White Wolf, need to be mentally minded when dealing with common monsters such as ghouls and water ghosts.

Collecting intelligence, probing the environment, preparing sword oil, potions, and alchemy bombs are all indispensable.

Even so, it is still impossible to avoid encountering various accidents in battle, and then leaving countless scars on the body.

Like an ordinary witch who doesn't hunt dragons, doesn't call the king brothers, and doesn't sleep with a sorceress, he has to be more cautious and not careless for a moment.