Viselmir has a very high skill in dismembering materials, and is more neat and concise than John, the alchemist.

A flying lion, with the cooperation of two people, was directly packed before the arrival of the snowstorm.

"What you bought with the wizard?" Vismere watched with interest as John's lion teeth and feathers were stuffed into his small bag.

Even an ordinary person can see the clue from the small bag that is stuffed with dissatisfaction.

The extra lion's head and claws were carried away by Polo.

Even so, the flying lion still had a body there.

"It's so big, and honestly this flying lion is hard to kill." With John's consent, Viselmir collected some of the Flying Lion's blood.

"There wasn't that guy last year."

Viselmir led the way, and John led Polo to follow.

They made their way along the riverbed and through another gully to a mountain loop.

John stood there, and from there he could see in the distance the ruined castle huddled among the stone walls.

There has been a war, and it is damaged beyond shape.

Only the defensive walls of the tripods, the only remaining towers and gates, and the heavy and thick cylindrical main tower remained.

John said thoughtfully, "It doesn't seem like the witchers are in a good situation. ”

With nostalgia in his eyes, Viselmir walked forward and said, "We are not all welcome. ”

John shrugged, the man he was naturally looking at was the witcher.

Within the walls of Jovonović's history, John was able to anticipate the situation of the witchers.

And the appearance of Viselmir made John even more sure that Jovonovich was different from the people here.

He had never seen his uncles wear that kind of amulet, and the color of their pupils was normal.

John had to find a witcher to figure out what was going on with the witcher.

The silver sword in his hand intended to guide him to meet the witcher, and he followed the silver sword's guidance.

The snow was up to their ankles, and they walked into the castle.

Leave Polo in the stable at the door, and John unloads the contents from above.

Viselmir watched John's movements and suddenly said, "Nice bearskin." ”

"It's a pity that the workmanship is a little worse."

John shrugged, "It's only halfway done, and they don't welcome me." ”

"That's right." Viselmir said.

"Atani, this way."

As the living master of the witchers, Viselmir had a good attitude towards John.

He led John into the castle. 33

Walk through the dimly lit corridor and push open the oak doors of the hall.

It's deserted, because the witchers haven't returned yet.

"Demon hunters usually come back in the winter, and we won't be disturbed here."

Viselmir said, "I'll take you to a room first." ”

John placed the lion's head casually on the table, and he walked over to the tree with its many coats of arms.

Viselmir came to his side, "These are the last thoughts that those who have left can give us. ”

There are many coats of arms on the tree, and witchers are not very popular.

Rather than dying at the hands of monsters, there is also dying at the hands of humans.

Not human, not monster.

The existence of being caught in the middle is the most uncomfortable.

"You haven't thought about changing?" John asked.

Viselmir glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "The witcher remains neutral, kid. ”

"But neutrality, don't you know what you're getting in exchange?"

John swept the hall, and the walls still bore traces of the war.

"That's why you destroyed the walls of Balvey?" Viselmir clearly knew the witcher and knew more about his deeds.

John said casually: "It's their choice, and I'm not going to protect the person who stoned me." ”

The young witcher had a surprisingly clear mind, and Viselmir felt that it would take some effort to teach the child well.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but it's not the way the witchers fight." Viselmir stepped aside, threw the wood into the stove, and raised his hand to light it with a stream of heat.

He had a fight with John, albeit briefly, but it was a testament to John's unique way of fighting.

The way the witchers fight is based on weapons and constitutions, as well as those magic seals that wizards look down on.

John drew his wand, not at all like a witcher.

"Actually, not so long ago, I didn't know I was a witcher." John put his wand on a pot.

The pot without a drop of water was filled with water, and Viselmir, who turned his head to dig up a little snow to cook, was stunned.

"A clear spring is like water, a very ordinary mantra."

John smiled, looked to the other side and said, "The room is there, I'll go pick a room." ”

Viselmir motioned for him to be casual.

Going to pick a room, John looked at the stone rooms that had fallen into disrepair, and maybe they could bury people in the next second because of the collapse.

At last John picked a better one, and two rats crawled under the bed and were scared out by him.

He knocked on the bed with his wand, and the dust flew out of the window in a wand.

"Magic is convenient, but relying too much on magic will make your swordsmanship regress." Viselmir said, leaning against the door.

He glanced at John's silver sword and smiled kindly, "I still have time until more people come back." ”

"Then please advise."

...

John and Viselmir came outside the castle.

The snow falling at this time did not have much effect on the two witchers.

As witchers, they have an unusual physique.

Viselmir drew his sword as well.

It was also the first time John had seen the way the witchers were fighting.

Viselmir's swordsmanship is calm, without a bit of bells and whistles.

Each of his swords is a rush to defeat his opponent.

John was proficient in the 6th level of the great sword, and he was forced to retreat one after another in the face of the attacks of the people in front of him.

"Level 7 swordsmanship."

With a fixed gaze, John's right hand sword collided with the opponent's weapon.

This is the pinnacle of human sword skills, so that John's throat was pressed against the sword after more than twenty collisions.

In contrast to John's embarrassment, Viselmir appears lighthearted.

"It's Dumbledore with a sword." John hung down the tip of his sword in some frustration.

The last person to put pressure on him like this was Dumbledore and Voldemort and the like.

With swordsmanship alone, John was unable to make an effective counterattack in front of Viselmir.

But......

A wand slipped out of John's sleeve.

He's not just a swordsman.

"Armor Protection"

Viselmir's sword flicked off, and John's wand shot white light and hit a yellow shield formed by Viselmir's raised left hand.

"Alpha Seal."

"Except for your weapons!"

John was knocked out by the impact, and the sword in Viselmir's hand came out of his hand.

Rolling twice on the ground to unload the force, John rubbed his shoulders as if he had been hit by a cow.

And Viselmir was stunned for a moment when he looked at the weapon he flew out.

John walked over and pulled up the weapon in the snowdrift and handed it to Viselmir.

"You're the most swordsman I've ever seen." There was not the slightest hint of disrespect in John's tone.

He said to Viselmir: "If I want to learn, I don't know what the price will be? ”

Viselmir put his sword back into its scabbard, shook his head, and said, "There is no cost, I can already confirm that you do not belong to any of the schools. ”

There was once a faction of witchers who betrayed the group, so Viselmir needed to put John to a test to see if he was an undercover agent of that school.

Now, it seems, John was truly unusual.

Although he could be defeated in swordsmanship, the magic that was so unguardable that Viselmir did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to win in an unprepared instant battle.

His genre's approach to fighting is more geared towards preparation.

Because of the betrayal of a genre, this castle was plunged into war.

There are not many people left in the genre, and if you can absorb this good seedling of John, it is a very good investment.

"I haven't said to you yet," Viselmir said to John and held out his hand, "welcome to Kylemohan, Adani. ”

"This winter, I will train you to become a real witcher."

John shook his hand and smiled, "My pleasure, Mentor Viselmir. ”

Vismere smiled.

The Black Witcher is officially a member of Kelmohan Castle.

As the snow darkens, more and more witchers return here from various parts of the continent.

This was also the time when Viselmir liked and saddest the most, and the only thing he hoped for was that there would be a lot of these witchers he had cultivated with his own hands.

But reality often doesn't work out as usual.

The Witchers are back, just less than in previous years.

There was a look of loneliness on Viselmir's face, and he played the role of mentor and father among the group.

The last person to return, with milky white hair and two swords behind his back.

...

Some people died, but not completely......