The sky is clear, and the white clouds are fluttering; Mountains are rolling and snow-capped in the distance.

A flock of birds, not knowing what to startle, flew up from the woods, circled the castle a few times, and then flew towards the mountains and disappeared.

Standing in the right garden of the inner courtyard of Kellmohan, Tomilla looked at the beautiful scenery of the Blue Mountains in the distance and was in a trance for a while.

What happened yesterday was like a dream, and everything in front of me was full of unreal feelings.

Recently, she has been worried, often sleepless at night, and feels exhausted.

The conscription of the Nilfgaards, the future of the children, the safety of Morris, the wrath of the witchers...

Yesterday in the face of the witcher's wrath, she had prepared for the worst.

The only hope at that time was that Morris would not be implicated by his own reasons...

Also, the village chief, Frank, is able to take care of the children...

However, things turn out completely from what she expected, and whether she wants it or not, she, Morris, and the children all end up in the ruined castle.

Morris has awakened and is in stable condition.

The kids also loved the food, drink, and individual beds for everyone...

Viselmir said that in the next two days, he would go down the mountain to buy some food and daily necessities, and at the same time make two new outfits for each child...

It seems that everything is going in a good direction, at least better than when it was in the White Orchard...

"Sister Tomera, look!"

Vera's voice interrupted her thoughts, and the little girl wore a wreath of wild flowers and vines on her head, and was spinning in circles in front of her with a smug face.

"It's so pretty!"

The woman smiled and complimented, and then saw the other two girls running over.

"Sister Tomera, is my garland pretty?"

"And mine, my..."

"It's all good-looking, it's all good~"

The herbalist was infected by the children's happiness, put his mind at ease, and played with them.

After laughing and playing for a while, she panted and took the three girls to sit down in the shed next to her.

The right garden is actually a herb garden, with not only flower beds but also greenhouses, and a very complete variety of herbs planted, as well as many precious varieties.

Next to the greenhouse is a long table that serves as a preparation table, two long tables connected end to end, with a canopy and benches around it.

The table was full of bottles and jars, as well as herbal preparation utensils, all clean and free of dust.

It can be seen that the demon hunters are using these tools on a regular basis.

"Vera, do you like it here?"

Tomera suddenly asked the girl beside her, who was tinkering with a stone mortar.

"I like it~" The little girl didn't raise her head, holding a stone pestle and grinding a dried crow's eye, "Teacher Viselmir is very good to us..."

"And there's a lot of good food..."

Before she could finish her sentence, another girl answered.

"Excuse me, where is Master Viselmir?"

Tomera was about to ask a few more questions, but was interrupted by a pleasant female voice.

She looked up in amazement, only to find that she didn't know when, a woman appeared in front of her.

She wore a goose-yellow dress with a green ribbon tied around her waist, and her dress looked simple and natural.

Her long red hair is draped over her shoulders, and her blue eyes are like a pool of autumn water, smart and soft.

The skin is like clotted fat, fair and flawless, the pretty face is delicate and smooth, classical and exquisite, and the purple lips are plump and sexy, delicate and delicate.

At this stop, the dilapidated courtyard is much brighter.

Noticing the woman's pointed ears, Tomera immediately knew the identity of the other party.

She's an elf, and she's too beautiful to be true.

"You are?"

"I'm Ada Emin, and I'm here to visit Master Viselmir, can you take me to meet him?"

"You're looking for me?"

Before Tomyra could answer, the Demon Hunter had already walked up.

He had just stepped out of the castle gate when he saw the scene in front of him.

"You're Ada Amin?"

Viselmir looked Ada up and down a few times, a little inexplicable familiarity, and on second thought, Emily seemed to have a lot of similarities with her teacher.

This, maybe that's why the other party took her as an apprentice, right?

"Sorry for the interruption, can we find a place to talk?"

Ida turned to look at the Demon Hunter with a smile on her face.

"Of course, please follow me~"

Viselmir nodded, respectfully leading the way ahead.

The old witcher didn't know much about the elven sage in front of him, but he had heard a lot of rumors about her.

Ida is mysterious and barely walks around the world, so there are few great deeds, but that doesn't stop everyone from knowing that she's powerful and knows everything.

Viselmir had heard her story from an older generation of witchers, and he was impressed by the fact that Ida had said something that was widely praised.

"I am a sage. I am powerful because I have knowledge, not because I love to impart knowledge to others. ”

I remember the first time I heard the older generation of witchers relay this sentence, he was still an apprentice who didn't even pass the grass trial.

The Elven Sage is also known as "Ayn Savini", or "The One Who Knows".

The lecturer of the Erethusa Academy once said this sentence to describe the strength of the sage.

"What's the difference between a sage and a warlock? Honey, it's like the difference between a volcano and a campfire. ”

In the elven society, the sage is a very special being, they are transcendent and knowledgeable, and it is said that they have the ability to predict the future from birth.

The famous elven prophet Isrini was also a sage in the strict sense of the word.

For a strong man who is far superior to himself in terms of strength, knowledge, and age, the old demon hunter is willing to give enough respect.

He took the initiative to lead the way in front and pushed open the door of the castle hall.

Ida smiled and nodded, thanking the old man for his gentlemanly demeanor, and she stepped briskly up the steps, passing the door and heading toward the library.

After the elf entered the door, she glanced at the lively hall with interest.

The boys were cleaning the hall, and their loud voices could be heard everywhere.

The originally deserted hall suddenly became lively after having this group of lively and active children.

"First of all, I apologize to you for building a treehouse outside the castle without your permission."

When the elven sage walked near the library, he suddenly turned his head and apologized to the old witcher next to him.

Hearing her sincere apology, Viselmir was stunned, a little stunned by the sudden belated apology.

Doesn't it mean that these veteran elves are all good-looking?

Besides, in this situation, should I say it's okay, or do I mind?

Seeing the old man's stiff face, Ada laughed again.

"As a token of my apology, I prepared a gift before I came."

After motioning for the Elven Sage to take a seat, Viselmir himself sat down opposite her, and when he heard the gift, he couldn't help but look over curiously.

Ida smiled and opened her hand, and a piece of parchment rolled into a cylinder suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Puzzled, Viselmir took the parchment, untied the string, and unfolded it.

After only a few glances, he raised his head in surprise: "This is the improved recipe for the Demon Hunter's Physique Improvement Medicinal Soup?" ”

"Yes, I optimized the original formula, so that the effect of the medicine can be more fully exerted, and the side effects of the decoction are eliminated."

"You mean to say that the medicinal soup made from this recipe has no side effects?"

In the first stage of the witcher's trials, the apprentices would take a decoction of mushrooms, moss, and herbs for a long time, which was used to improve their physical fitness and speed up their metabolism.

It can be said that the ability to adapt to the medicinal effects of this decoction is the key to the whole trial.

Those who can adapt to the medicinal effect of the decoction will greatly improve their physical fitness, and those who cannot adapt to it are likely to die.

His original idea was to improve the formula to improve the medicinal absorption of this decoction and reduce the harmfulness at the same time, but he never imagined that the harm of the decoction could be completely eliminated.

"The residual side effects are negligible, and you just need to adjust the dosage according to your age.

Of course, this medicinal decoction only has a good effect on young children, and has little effect on adults. ”

"Great" Looking at the recipe for the medicinal soup in his hand, the old witcher couldn't put it down.

Improving the recipe of the medicinal soup was an idea that the old demon hunter had a hundred years ago, and he couldn't imagine that it had finally come true today.

"Besides, I have an idea, maybe I can try the improvement of the Grass Trial and Mutant Trial recipes..."

Seeing the old man's overjoyed appearance, Ida pursed her lips and smiled, and added another firewood to the fire.

"What?" Viselmir was not calm at all this time, he looked at the elven sage with a nervous expression, "What you said is true?" ”

"Of course" Ida nodded affirmatively, then put away her smile and continued with a serious expression: "There is only one small condition, I hope to get the right to use the entire platform..."