As the sun sets, the orange afterglow reflects the horizon.

The ancient castle is obscured by the shadow of a cloud, and only the top of the towering circular main tower is still bathed in the last rays of sunlight.

A cold wind swept by, and the hawthorn trees in the nettle bushes began to sway from side to side, and a few Lanoglin grasses growing in the cracks of the broken walls danced along with them.

On the atrium training ground, an old man and a young man are sweating.

Slashing, stabbing, high-speed dashing.

Flickering and moving, the sword light flickering.

The two iron swords slammed into each other, then quickly separated.

"锵~锵~"

The two swords exchanged blows quickly, and they collided more than a dozen times in an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the energy flew everywhere.

The two swift figures parted abruptly, and Viselmir let out a loud shout, and the sword was retracted, suddenly flattened, and stabbed at Huck who had not yet stood still.

The training iron sword that did not open the blade stabbed the young demon hunter with the momentum of ten thousand jun, with the sound of breaking through the sky.

There was no smugness on the face of the Demon Hunter, he noticed that he did not feel any resistance in his hands, and immediately knew that something was wrong.

The long sword spun around and swung to the left as fast as lightning, just in time to block the sudden appearance of an iron sword.

In the blink of an eye, Huck who should have been stabbed disappeared without a trace, and instead appeared strangely on the left side.

The two of them went back and forth for a dozen more rounds, during which Huck frequently used teleportation to evade and attack, and apparently mastered the skill.

"Qiang~"

After the sound of Jin Ge's blow, the two separated.

"Alright, take a break!"

The sweaty old witcher waved his hand and motioned for Huck to stop.

"Yes, your reflexes have improved significantly compared to before, and that's the result of a long period of hard training."

The Demon Hunter patted Huck encouragingly, appreciating his efforts all along.

Huck was a little embarrassed, he couldn't tell the teacher that he was actually just adding a little new skill point to the muscle memory skill.

[Muscle Memory (Level 2): Passive skill, increases reflex nerve speed by 40%. 】

"By the way, your newfound ability, let's try it again" Vismir leaned his iron sword against the stone wall and turned to fetch the forage from the stable.

"I think this skill can be used at a critical moment and can have a surprising effect."

"Yes, it's just that there are requirements for the environment." Huck nodded, "Every time you cast a spell, you need to light a cigarette, it's quite troublesome. ”。

"So I suggest you prepare a wet towel to prevent it from being smoked and exposed if you cough."

"This can be there", Huck grinned as he took out a towel and walked to the side of the bucket, soaking it wet and tying it to his face, covering his mouth and nose.

"Okay"

Viselmir lit the hay, looked at the wind, walked a few steps, placed it on a table upwind, and pressed a handful of soaked hay onto it.

The poorly burned hay began to emit a large amount of black smoke, which soon filled the entire atrium.

Huck walked over to the stables and inserted the training iron sword back into the sword stand standing by the wall inside.

A puff of smoke drifted in with the breeze, and by the time the smoke cleared from view, it was empty.

Although he had seen the actual effect several times, Viselmir still couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.

He never imagined that the Witcher would one day be able to cast spells other than the Seal like a Warlock.

Judging purely from the effect, the Demon Hunter felt that it was more clever than the Warlock's spells.

Because warlocks will have obvious magic fluctuations when casting, it is okay to fool ordinary people, and it has no effect at all on witchers or other warlocks with high elemental perception.

And there is no trace of Huck's invisibility, although it would be better if he could completely hide the footsteps.

Thinking of this, Viselmir couldn't help but miss those cat factions who were secretive and came and went like the wind.

If they have a light and agile body combination, this stealth ability can be said to be perfect.

Hearing the faint, almost imperceptible sound of footsteps walking towards the stables opposite, the old witcher laughed, a look of ready to see a good show on his face.

On the opposite side of the stable, a few healthy horses were pacing in it irritably because of the smoke.

Suddenly, a brown steed stopped, and its whole body trembled, and its ears stood up, as if it had discovered something terrible.

Syllable~

A crisp slap sounded, and behind the brown horse, a figure began to appear with the sound.

"Haha~ah~"

Emerging from invisibility and slapping the horse's ass excitedly, Huck was about to laugh a few times, and as soon as the laughter came out, he flew out of the stable screaming.

The frightened brown horse kicked the young witcher out with a desperate kick.

"Haha~"

Looking at Huck's embarrassed appearance, the old witcher let out a gloating laugh.

"If you want to peek at the girl taking a bath one day, this skill is very useful!"

Huck got up from the ground with a disgraced face and slapped the two horseshoe prints off his chest, looking dejected.

Seeing the beloved disciple who walked back dejectedly, Viselmir put away his smile:

"Boy, don't get carried away, be careful of capsizing in the gutter."

"Got it, got it~"

Huck sighed and looked back, wondering if he would have to feed the brown horse tonight.

"Alright, don't be so stingy, you're already an official witcher."

Viselmir glanced at the wolf head badge on Huck's chest with a look of relief, and his tone was a little lonely.

Listening to the teacher's words, Huck felt that the taste was a little wrong, and it felt weird.

This feeling is like the reluctance of parents who want to send their children to distant universities after the college entrance examination.

"Starting tomorrow, we will clean up the old site of the castle, and the main work will be done by you..."

At this, Viselmir suddenly stopped, and he looked above his head with a stunned expression.

Huck looked up strangely and saw a black crow flapping its wings and flying overhead.

The crow flew through the atrium and outer courtyard, flew into the inner courtyard, and then quickly entered through the third-floor balcony of the main tower, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Do you smell anything?"

The old witcher frowned and twitched his nose a few times, then looked thoughtfully at the main tower.

"It seems to be a perfume smell, a smell of cloves and gooseberries~"

As soon as the words came out, Huck was shocked, he had always wondered how the sorceress sent the letter, but now he finally knew.

It's just that how does she know where her lover is?

"When did Geralt come back?"

"When did Geralt come back?"

The question in unison made the old and young look at each other, and then laughed.

"Let's go, teacher, let's go and see!"

The thought of finally seeing a familiar plot in the game immediately became excited, and he rushed towards the castle.

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P.S. Letter from Yennefer

Dear friends,

I beg your forgiveness for not booing you in the past few years. I don't have much time.

I have very important news that I must tell you personally, the sooner the better. Come to Willobay near Vigema, and remember to ride a good horse, and don't make me wait too long.

Your dear friend,

Yennefer.

P.S. I also took the unicorn with me.