In the halls of Kylemohan, more than twenty witchers drank wine and chatted about what had happened to them.

The candles added light to the deserted hall, and they made it feel like home.

"Lively scene." 33

John sees the last white-haired witcher to arrive, and he hugs the other witchers one by one.

Here, they are like family.

Each other is a monster that is hated by the world, and only when they get together can they show emotions beyond rumors.

Leaning on the second-floor handrail, John recalled that his days here were not short.

"I'm afraid I'm going to miss sixth grade." Assuming that this place is at the same rate as the original world, John feels that he may be considered a missing person.

"Adani," Viselmir came to John's side and patted him on the shoulder, "come with me and get to know them." ”

When John was taken into Kylemohan, Viselmir took him as his own child.

As Viselmir walked down, the witchers saw Viselmir with respect in their eyes.

But when John came out, there was doubt in their eyes.

Viselmir held the silver cup and looked at the demon hunters with emotion: "I hope you can go home safe and sound." ”

The Witcher raised his glass and drank together.

"We've had another winter." A witcher took the conversation and raised his glass.

"I live and have a breath."

"To the brothers."

Each of the witchers expressed their sincere feelings.

When it was over, Viselmir held the wine glass in one hand and patted John on the shoulder with the other, "I introduce you to a new person, he is ......"

"Black hair, and the sword." A tall witcher stared at John's outfit and said word by word, "Black Witcher, Adani." ”

"It seems that my name has the privilege of reaching your ears." John chuckled.

The atmosphere was not as harmonious as the family dinner just now, and the witchers looked at John.

"You have destroyed a city." The tall witcher stared at John with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Lambert," the dark-skinned witcher next to him reminded him.

But Lambert was still scathing, "He's not just doing that, Black Witcher. ”

Viselmir didn't speak, he wanted to see how John could solve the problem.

The milky-haired witcher spoke, "Calm down, Lambert. ”

"Geralt, will you destroy the city like him?" Lambert is like a barrel of dynamite, whoever lights it will blow him up.

Geralt sighed helplessly as she covered her face with her hands.

Lambert looked at John and snorted coldly, "He only dares to scare ordinary people." ”

"You know what?" John smirked dumbly, and he walked over to Lambert, paused in front of him, and said softly, "If you have a problem with me, don't be like a with a broken mouth, and speak with your weapon." ”

"I can't ask for it!" Lambert choked.

The truth in the fist will naturally convince the other party.

Geralt pressed Lambert's shoulder, which was pushed away by Lambert.

The dark-skinned witcher Cohen said helplessly, "You know, this is called youthful vigor. ”

Lambert is the second youngest witcher among them.

"Adani," John said as he walked out when stopped by Viselmir, "don't kill Lambert. ”

"Don't worry, Viselmere," John said lightly, "I never kill. ”

Their conversation made the witchers present look strange, and Lambert was young but powerful.

Except for a few people present, the other witchers did not dare to say that they were Lambert's opponents.

John walked out of the hall.

They made their way to the clearing where they had last fought against Viselmir.

Lambert drew his sword and beckoned to John, "Show me what you're capable of, Black Witcher." ”

John drew his sword slowly, and Lambert was annoyed by his nonchalant look.

He admits that John himself off.

After John's sword was unsheathed, Lambert rushed at John.

As the witchers watched the battle, Geralt approached Viselmir and asked, "Do you believe him?" ”

Geralt looked at the two of them and continued, "I can see that he is young, the real kind of youth. ”

"He's not a bad guy," Viselmir said with his hands folded around his chest and a nonchalant expression, "I met him on the Blue Mountains when he was fighting a flying lion and killing it. ”

"A flying lion?" Geralt's brow furrowed, "It's been a long time since I've seen that kind of monster in the Blue Mountains. ”

"It's not a good sign, the world is changing, white wolf." Viselmir said in a deep voice, "This child is also a changing one. ”

The battle over there has begun.

In full view, Lambert rushed in front of John, his sword slicing through the snowflakes.

John moved his hands at the same time, without using magic.

He wanted to see the witchers and his swordsmanship.

The blades collided with a spark.

The silver light shone brightly under the snow, and Lambert sank with great force, each sword capable of shaking the snowflakes off his body.

And John's sword is also not bad, and after more than a dozen moves, he roughly estimated Lambert's strength.

Level 5 is close to level 6 swordsmanship.

The other party wants to defeat John with swordsmanship, which is tantamount to an idiot's dream.

After finding out the details, John seized the gap between Lambert's swing and used the tip of his sword to pick up Lambert's weapon, taking three steps into two, leaping up and striking Lambert in the chest with his knee.

Lambert's tall body retreated again and again, and he couldn't help but kneel.

John's sword turned, slicing through the air and resting on Lambert's neck.

Lambert's condescending gaze turned into an upward gaze, and John looked like a king crowning his courtiers, his expression calm and unwavering.

Lambert's face turned blue and purple for a while, and finally he muffled, "I lost." ”

He could have used the French seal to continue fighting, but he didn't.

Because he didn't feel that his seal could destroy a city wall.

John raised an eyebrow and tossed the silver sword into the air.

He walked over to the witchers and faced them, his hands spread in a relaxed manner, "Who else is here to find a reason for Balvey?" ”

The witcher looked at each other, and Geralt sighed, "I now believe that he killed the flying lion alone." ”

Viselmir teased, "You should look at the head, it's in it." ”

The silver sword that flew into the air reached its limit and fell downward, and the location was exactly where John was.

Cohen's sharp eyes saw it, and he shouted, "Get out of the way!" ”

The silver sword fell quickly, and its speed, combined with its sharpness, could easily pierce through the body.

John leaned back slightly, and before he was about to be impaled, the silver light sank into the scabbard behind his back.

Geralt's pupils are constricted, he has a lot of guts, and he has great skills.

The strong have the right to speak wherever they go.

He was quickly accepted, and Lambert was the first to accept him.

And then more people.

This winter, he received special training from Viselmir.

Viselmir was amazed to find that in alchemy, John's attainments were astonishing.

Even he, an old antique witcher, was shocked.

Aside from training, John spends more time in those labs.

It was once used as a laboratory for cultivating witchers.

There are some notes left by wizards, which became John's most frequent reading.

The ancient words made John's rune, which had not been touched for a long time, begin to slowly improve.

Along with it, there is alchemy.

The gray icons are gradually gaining some color.

John is like a dry sponge, greedily absorbing and squeezing every drop of knowledge.

Even Viselmir lamented that it would not be long before he could continue teaching John.

This kid is too unreasonable, and his swordsmanship also improves in every battle.

At the beginning, you can suppress within twenty moves, and at the end, you need fifty moves, and finally a hundred moves.

Two of John's best relationships in Kylemohan are Geralt and Escal.

Especially Geralt, he thought that he was already the King of the Demon Hunters, but he didn't expect that there were others who were more courageous.

A few days it was Geralt's sparring partner, and he had just been playing against John for eight hours yesterday, and as soon as he lay down for two hours, he was pulled up by a spirited John.

By the time it came to the end, John's title was no longer Black Witcher.

It's the devil, the devil of the night, the night devil.

As if dramatically, the title flowed among the witchers.

At night, ghostly people can be seen all over the castle.

Winter also passes in such a time.

The witchers departed one after another.

John also drained Viselmir's knowledge almost dry.

"I don't think I can keep you any longer." Viselmir patted John's arm with both hands.

"I can't ask too much of you, but as a witcher, I want you to be able to kill more monsters."

Viselmir placed a silver wolf's head badge around John's neck.

He officially became a witcher.

From the coat of arms, a white light flew out and merged into the sword.

The sixth rune is lit up, and the seventh rune begins to flicker.

John knew that this was urging him to a new trial.

He took out a ring from his handbag and threw it to Viselmir.

said: "As a reward for these days. ”

Viselmir caught the ring, and John mounted his horse and left.

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